Whip

We made grand plans the day before
But faced with death we are unsure
And though we know that it is time
To put our freedom on the line
We falter and, we compromise
We are but cowards in disguise

Great speeches stirred us to believe
We're owed far more, than we receive
But who will pay to make it so?
None of the people here, I know
And I'm a coward too, it's true
I wont lay down my life for you

A man beside me says, "Let's go!"
He isn't anyone I know
He charges forward, and he falls
His body full of bullet- holes
We stand around, but then we run
A Whip is safer- than a Gun

Deserving

So many times I've been oppressed,
By gossip, lust, and poor advice,
That I've been chronically depressed,
Lamenting this- my lot in life.

The children's laughter does not reach,
My ears, which have been so abused.
With hate, and spite, by vulgar speech,
Of every crime I've been accused.

The chains that bind me have no name,
My jailors have no mortal form.
I have only myself to blame,
I am deserving of their scorn.