Sins of the crowd

Humanity deaf under a stained shroud,

Conscience looks for minds in a lost blind crowd

The lonesome bear witness to the herd's crimes,

those dying children call a thousand times.

A stampede where silenced morals are crushed,

Arguments and the true questions are hushed

A cluster of flesh eating flesh walk along,

crushing under them the right and the wrong.

The crowd unpunished, the crowd never thought,

look at the destruction they saw and brought

alone one would think twice, not in a group,

Social animals in a violent loop.

You would burn it with them, alone could you?

Violent with the blind crowd, alone would you?