Straya

this country breeds
scared, angry boys
blinded by their own
privilege
most of them learn
their way away 
from the club, but
the rest, oh
the rest, they shout
over us, they 
raise their fists, and
their firearms, and
if we continue to
disagree, well
that's when the
children die, the
women are raped
that's when the 
hope is spread
so damn thin
we can't see
a way through
that's when we 
want it all
to be
over