Alex Thuronyi

March For Your Lives

I make no excuse

We screwed the pooch

Now it's up to you

To undo the damage

We've done to the world that 

We're leaving for you

We missed the clear and present danger in your young lives

We  ignore the fear and desperation in your young eyes

And you're right to take our platitudes about thoughts and prayers

As cynical lies

So I suggest you take a look around

Now I don't want to kick you while you're down

But you better be hip to what's happening all around

Cause there's more than one way

To end up six feet in the ground

Cause we've shrouded the planet in strangulating gases

We've built suicide bombs

To wipe out humanity's masses

And we expect you to give your elders our security as well as free passes

I make no excuse

We screwed the pooch

Now it's up to you

To undo the damage

We've done to the world that 

We're leaving for you

I don't mean to throw shade or to steal your thunder

But we're living in times of rape, pillage and plunder

Where the heart of democracy has been ripped asunder

Where the meek are laid low

As the mighty blunder

So I suggest you look around

Now I don't want to kick you while you're down

But you better be hip to what's happening all around

Cause there's more than one way

To end up six feet in the ground

So  I salute you now as the world's last great hope

No time to sit around glumly and mope

Your choice boils down

Between a bullhorn or a length of rope

Between the harsh light of day

And the sweet haze of dope

In the final moments of humanity's last hour

I speak truth to youth so you can speak truth to power 

I speak truth to youth so you can speak truth to power

I speak truth to youth so you can speak truth to power