R.A.G.E / by Jonathas Nazareth

Busy hands
quiets faces
Minds raging
Through the thoughts
Addition of the unknown
A feeling of being fucked
An inkling, a desire, a flame
A repetition of my name
I feel my friends so close
The quiet understanding between us
The be alive in the dawn of hate
Nothing is forgiven, the human race. 
The color black, the human race. 
A pussy, the human race.
A faggot, the human race. 
To be of this land, the human race
To be the other, the human race
To be put back in our place
Quietly hiding our faces
We won’t forget us, the human