We speak of monsters of terrible faces,
undoing favors, destroying public places
bestial entities who carry all the fault
guilty of catastrophes and evert assault.
We talk of wrongdoers, of beasts
we pronounce in numbers their threats
not being able to forget or forgive
we need to punish, no way to retreat!
We scream while fighting in justice’s name
if we get their allies, we enjoy it the same
just finding a culprit or an escaping goat
someone to absorb the guilt and its load.
We yell until we get a name to point
Non stopping until their life's destroyed,
Reflecting in mirrors hushing the voices
Taking forever all of their choices.
In silence there is no right or wrong
In daily usage it sounds like a song
If we tune it right it might sound perfect
But nothing's to fight if no one's perverted.
In hushed whispers we behave in some manner
That out in the sun would make someone sadder
But if is already said there's no way to keep it
Unless there's one to blame or to confess it.
We discuss how to end this, to make them obedient
To tame all the demons until is not convenient
Is all been said, is been placed somewhere near
Is between among us what we should most fear.
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