No Place To Breathe
Silent Echoes of Struggle: Unveiling Social Injustice Through 'No Place To Breathe'
Lyrics
I saw you stumble out from the social slaughter house, oppression's progeny
I observed you emerging from a place of societal brutality, a product of oppression
You lift your head and plead for mercy
You raise your head and request compassion or forgiveness
Rocks began as building blocks until they turned to throwing stones
Rocks, initially used for construction, transform into projectiles
A monolith of dominance we set atop your plinth of bones
A symbol of power and control stands on the foundation of your bones
This privilege is a prism, reflecting our indecision
Privilege functions as a prism, displaying our indecision
The iniquities of inhibition, our indifference gave way to a prison
Our neglect and lack of concern led to the injustices of inhibition, resulting in a metaphorical prison
Classes at war, castes are born criminals are sworn in
Social classes are in conflict, and certain castes are inherently predisposed to criminality
Place your hands to the pulse of this city
Connect with the heartbeat of the city
Keep your ear to the ground, hear her gasp, "I can't breathe, I can't breathe"
Listen closely to the struggles, hearing the plea for breath in a suffocating environment
Are we so blind to believe that violence could give birth to peace?
Questioning our blindness in thinking that violence can lead to peace
Lay down our weapons and raise our arms
Advocating for disarmament and embracing a stance of non-violence
Make every breath a protest in a world where your neighbors cannot breathe
Turning every breath into a form of protest, especially in a world where some are deprived of breath
Every second in the shadows, lives are stolen in the sun
Highlighting the constant theft of lives, both in shadows and sunlight
Slowly waking from our apathy to see the fascists have won
Awakening from apathy to realize that fascist ideologies have triumphed
They already won - just ask the child in front of the smoking gun
Emphasizing the victory of fascists by pointing to a child confronted by a firearm
Are we so blind to believe that violence could give birth to peace?
Reiterating skepticism about the notion that violence can bring about peace
Place your hands to the pulse of this city
Connect with the heartbeat of the city
Keep your ear to the ground, hear him gasp, "I can't breathe, I can't breathe"
Listen closely to the struggles, hearing the plea for breath from a male perspective
We shout at fascist hands fixed on asphyxiating those in need
Condemning fascist actions that suffocate those in need
Place your hands to the pulse of this city
Connect with the heartbeat of the city
Keep your ear to the ground, hear her gasp, "I can't breathe, I can't breathe"
Listen closely to the struggles, hearing the plea for breath from a female perspective
Are we so blind to believe that violence could give birth to peace?
Raising doubt again about the effectiveness of violence in achieving peace
I've seen the end, the tyrant on his knees
Witnessing the downfall of a tyrant, possibly contemplating retribution
Will we starve our need for retribution, or take his eye and all go blind?
Pondering whether to satisfy the desire for revenge or to choose a path that may lead to collective blindness
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