Shall I Not Be Content

When lights of hope burn out And despair clouds hope I want the words I utter Gasps in the throats of those spreading hatred When commossion collides consequently I want the words I utter Gasps in the throats of you and me To release the pain of those who can't Utter them themselves And let light in the hearts of those in despair And frustration I want the words I utter create chaos in itself Shall I not be content For I believe there's no oil If olives are not squeezed No wine if grapes are not pressed No perfume if flowers are not crushed It is a crucible mystique truth Something surreal And macabre I want the words I utter to debilitate Hard pressed on every side Yet not crushed Persecuted but not forsaken Struck down but not destroyed I want the words I utter gasps In the throats of you and me Saying, I just want to teach And not discriminate...