Just a little something Take a look around you And tell me what thine eyes behold Is it not your own reflection? Tell me that of which reflects Is not a sword that slain Those of defined regrets You silently breathed to me Your desire for justice, hope and civil rights Yet it seemed when you were Summoned to justice You fled with putrid fright Moreosely you await the calvary But since you were a blind leader To fate it shall not appear Apathetically it shall leave you to linger Aspiring to watch you suffer every passing year But once you recieve a backbone My fine, feathered, wretched dear You'll stumble across the truth you'll have noticed that your ruth Was what beckoned you And you'll join the others And the others on the other side of the mirror Will fail to shed a single tear