Indifferent to Brutality

Silence the masses. Break all the bones. But a spark in the ashes.

Still cuts through the throne. Bone. Bones. Boot steps shake

the alleys. Iron fists against the weak they think their chains can bind

us. Choke the fire when we speak but tyrants never notice.

What's been written in their fate that the more they crush our voices,

the louder we create. They smear our blood on the pavement.

Like warnings etched in stone. But revolutions born in torment. Don't die when

bodies are overthrown. We are indifferent to brutality. Your bullets can't erase our truth.