Strike Anywhere

The driver shouted out,
"Time to turn this around,
Wipe the dust and spit from his face."
Out loud
Sang starvation and blight
Gone from the light and
We're so tired of running
We can move
The finish line
We can move
But we won't be left behind
Doubling over
Buckling under
Left behind
We waste the daylight
Burn in the night to find
The words of violence
And history's silence
To answer the question
Is this human kind?
Sing!