Here the Crimson River run
A trickling under the blazing sun.
Tracing its trail
You observe evidence of a repeated tale.

Another brother laying dead and dying
An unknown number of family and friends are crying;
No justice because the system will never admit it is lying,
But we the living will keep on trying.

We attempt to break the chains of hate
The links that binds us to our fate.

We march to our continuing wars.
Our war songs echoing under twilight stars.
The multitudes observing from afar.

What will be the refuge of the oppressed?
When hopes, dreams and freedom are suppressed.

Another brother laying dead and dying.
A Mother is crying.
Looking around and about
I hear the echoes of a shout.

Following the crimson rivulet
I see the chariot of justice ablaze
And through the haze
I see the battle field in flame.
Who is to blame?

Another brother laying dead and dying.
A Father weeping.
The solemn vigil he will keeping.

Another brother laying dead and dying.
Friends are wailing.
At the visual representation of a systems' failing.

Another brother laying dead and dying.
Out of breath after running in fear.
The pendulum swing of the scales of justice balances where?

My brothers of many colours laying dead and dying
Are in our memories still
As the Crimson River runs at will.