I know a place called 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌, three men were trialed 𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚, Two were guilty one was not, it was the 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 who was hung then shot,
The clouds shed their 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 tonight, in memory of the dead man's cry, His last words before he died... '𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚',
A criminal is what they preach they say this man he murdered 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, Is this not the reality of the people's greed? Oh, their effort to make the truth unseen,
A hard pill to swallow- 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝓈, The innocent are killed- the guilt of traitors unknown,
I know a place called wrong is right where hates encouraged, love, confined, For over here 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙, the human emotion undefined,
They say, 'If she dies today and if he dies tonight, give a pill, send them straight to 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩', You'd think they owe them one when they hear no breath and watch their loved ones 𝒹𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁,
Over here they practice with pride that Darwin's teachings were right, '𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕖'
Children set up in lines row by row take an oath, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, Equipped with guns, the deal sealed and done,
𝐀 𝐩𝐢𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧.
I know a place called right is wrong... an old man told me how life still goes on,
But the 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓴 have died and the strong survived,
A hard pill to swallow...but again 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.