Name: Lifeless Boat

If only blood, sweat and tears could float
You could see the remnants of lives that screamed for existence
Instead of wrapping your brain around your vivid oppression
You could feel the sledgehammer of reality
A reality that is forever branded on the life-giving tool of half the population
And these tears fall on the deaf ears of doctors following orders
We insist on unplugging our brains from the tap of the mainstream
And hear the voices of a different narrative
A solemn and lonely narrative
Where you'll follow the ghost of the man driving himself off a cliff
A man drinking himself into a stupor
The battered and beaten of a lost nation
You've taken the life boat without blood, sweat and tears
And we've never asked for anything more than your devotion
We've been wasted beyond repair and forgotten amidst our despair
This is a ravenous hunger that's rearing it's ugly head with fists and guns ablaze
There is no map for the direction of our anger
There is no map as we sink on this lifeless boat
We scream at the top of our lungs in desperation
But the sound is drowned out by the silent tears of the fairer sex

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