Why hold the people down?
Have you no heart? No shame? No mother?
Why hold the people down?
Have you no eyes to look into, when it’s done?
Why hold the people down?
Have you no child with eyes just like that?
Have you no woman with lips just like that?
Why hold the people down?
Have you no home as humble as this?
Have you no grave as sacred as this?
Why hold the people down?
Does your gun wield you, or do you wield your gun?
Does your uniform make you, or do you make the uniform?
Why hold the people down?
Are you an officer, or a gentle man?
Are you a lover, or a fighter?
Why hold the people down?
When the guilt weighs so heavy?
When you are one of us?