I Was Twenty-Three

I was twenty-three when it all happened
the day Justice died and gone broken
faces on the streets and autumn gardens
none of which shown they weren't saddened

Alas, we were all tricked and betrayed
with our sense of direction was led astray
while the ones guilty laughed and play
and us the dying lot here could only pray

We have no option but to be brave
to defend the roads that we have paved
to fight and bring back what we could save
till the very end of our awaiting graves

Hear my plead, for the very least
for we must join our strengths and resist
together we must stop and slay the beast
that feeds off us greedily as it's feast

I was twenty-three when it all happened
the day Justice died and lay broken
but now, in the streets and autumn gardens
faces were no longer saddened, but hardened

For those who had sinned will surely pay
for their crimes that they've gotten away
while we will just laugh and say
They had finally met Judgment Day

We shall be rid of thieves and knaves
and seal them within the lion's cave
our children honouring the day we had saved
and flowers will lay on our heroes' graves

Hear me pray, for the very least
our future lays and live within our fists
For the day when the abusive cease
will be the day of long-lasting bliss