Dawn Ray'd - Like Smoke Into Fog

So an ode to the reformists
That moralise peace and civility,
You untouched by the violence,
blind to mighty march of flames.

To the officers that didn't pull the trigger
Yet find the guilt uncomfortable,
Tear off and burn that uniform
Or become equally culpable.

As one candle gutters and dies
As it exhales smoke for the very last time,
A thousand flames ignite from this,
Every cinder builds the furnace.

From the bailiffs to the judges
On which capitalism depends,
Quickly the day comes thundering
When we will seek revenge.
Set fire to the courthouse
And its ledgers,
Burn their deportation orders!
And save accelerant for the devils
That enforce the borders.

A bullet for the homophobic priests;
Glibly they alot us status,
Our longing for acceptance
Is weaponised against us.
You'll never get your filthy hands
All soaked in tears and years of blood
On the one thing we would die without,
How dare you target love.

As one candle gutters and dies,
As it exhales smoke for the very last time,
A thousand flames ignite from this,
Every cinder build the furnace.