sonofapunk

The Wrecktals (My Band)

Born in a cage, not having the benefit of being a man.
Not an inkling of luck, due to chance of fate's hand.

They might be born dirty, they might be unclean,
To associate with one is considered obscene.

Dismissed and disposed, that which you oversee,
Can bring pestilence beyond biblical proportions to thee.

The rats that you cage, the rats that you pity,
Can exterminate the true filth, running this city.

Through being ignored, dubbed being diseased,
A true plague is brought forth, effortless, with ease.

Much easier to hire the man (or a gun), to seek forth and execute,
It's more of a hassle to cure (or question), instead just shoot.

And if they escape, they'll be sent back, given scorn,
But they weren't given vocals chords for you to hear them warn.

Doomed to a cage until they die of old age,
Damned to disease, they'll kill with no rage.

Stepping over your problems will only cause them to pile,
Higher and higher, 'til your lungs fill with bile.

(It will be bigger than black and more barbaric than bubonic,
Just remember - it is you who brought on it...)

Just remember to those that you pity and tag,
As unclean and unjust, you are the plague.

Destined to imprisonment...
Never given a voice,
Never given a choice,
Never given a chance,
There will be nobody left to remember those three damned/doomed/dead rats.