In The Pale Beyond The Moon

In The Pale Beyond The Moon

In the pale beyond the moon, falling at the predator’s bay. 
Broken, Bruised and Buried
Corpses pile up in soaring violence. 
Overturned are the struggles to find peace basking in the sun
Your eyes filled with terror and pain-laden tears
It rains down unleashing its fury, a downpour
Of wrath leaving one with a shattered soul


Amidst the terrifying news, that oozes out daily on our television
I wonder if our world will ever be safe again
Demons play ‘Armored Knights’, fists of thunder makes not the man
We are living in the days were wrong is slowly becoming right
Ignorance is bliss, refuse to settle for pain
And let such men hearken not your voice
Render not your power, hold dear your sanity


Unmarred by GBV press freely up the road of truth
Don’t be ashamed, refuse them the will power
To make you defenseless and useless
SPEAK out - take at a choice, you have a voice
A journey of a thousand miles starts with one step


We have to come together and stop the violence
How many of our own should turn into body bags unnoticed
It is the people we meet and greet every day
Our family, lovers, friends, and neighbors who inflict this pain
Let’s teach each other the value of our bodies, not just yours
Join the #16daysofactivism and voice out.

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