Whata You Do

When all sense And all responsibility Is out the window Taken And blown away By the low IQ Of the mob Whata you do When life Is decided By a rabid dog Skin colour Place of birth Economic worth Whata you do When faith Worships Those golden idols Bank balances And royal fronts Those that harm My Fathers children And those that hide them Whata you do When evil controls Those arms That are supposed to Hold us Protect us Defend us Whata you do You do All in your power To fight back Against the tide Be that swordsman Who faces a tsunami Of tribulation Yell and scream Scratch that ugly face Of inhumanity Leave that scare Above the bar Remind them That you will Not stand for Horrible That’s what You do They’ll come for you From the dark I’ll attest to that Their weak Their cowards They will hide In the shadows They will whisper untruths They will whisper false fact As that’s What cowards do Every opportunity They will slip another knife In your back That’s a true fact But none Have any courage To face you And slip one in your chest As that’s Not what Cowards do Don’t talk to me Queen country and khaki Talk to me Honestly Of humanity Of culture Of art Of diversity Of love for life Our World Our flower As that’s What I do