Below the Parapet

Some hide their heads below the parapet Not challenging the times When faced with social uplift They fail to rise When we are fighting Taking a stand They disappear in the shadows Never to lend a hand They think they are OK In the scheme of things But in a sudden change of fortune Tragedy is forced on them There are no safe grounds in crisis When we are faced with pain In the currency of life that confront us Where freedom is denied We are on the battle fields of justice Answering ancient cries But in nonchalant indifference Those who hide behind the parapet Would rather watch innocents die Some hide behind the parapet With no wishes or designs To forge a new togetherness But to pursue a selfish mind They say that the ties that binds us Is cast in the winds of time When we create a consciousness When we develop a positive mind There is always a Judas In each and every band With 40 pieces of silver Out comes their outstretched hand For as much as we seek justice They are used as tools To be bought and sold to the highest bidder Just for a pot of gold There are soldiers That blaze a trail Not seeking self virtues Nor personal gains But are caught up in a movement From which humanity gains.