Following their trail
What is left when all words fail
As I sit in the comfort of my chair
Picture all the people that are not there
And what can I do
In my peace to transmit it to you
As the bombs drop
Am I the one who can say stop
Look what you do
And that other you kill, that other is you
In militant prose
I have walked many a road
But they all lead to self doubt
And a tendency to do without
When the chips were down
I keep seeing fire burning my town
As the rabble spreads
If you want to stay calm, listen to yourself
As the noise drowns out
The lip service paid to token mouths 
Who have their say
There is something of us they cannot take away
Though they try
And brothers and sisters are sentenced to die
By their own kin
Don’t you know that you are him
In another’s clothes
And God knows
We’ve seen it before
As it visits many a shore
We decry
Leaving it til it’s too late to try
And reason with them
History is cycling and it’s happening again
Another round of the wheel
The likes of which you should never deal
With at all
If it’s only me I’ll still answer the call