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"Language of Violence" by Disposable Heroes of Hipopricy The first day of school is always the hardest The first day of school is always the darkest Like a gauntlet The voices haunted Walking in with his thin skin Lowered chin He knew the names that they would taunt him with Faggot. Sissy. Punk. Queen. Queer. Although he'd never had sex in his 15 years When they harassed him it was for a reason And when they provoked him it was open season For the fox and the hunter The sparks and the thunder That pushed the boy under Then pilage and plunder Kind of makes you wonder How one can hurt another. But dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler Like breathing with a respirator It eases the concience of even the most concious And calculating violator Words can reduce a person to an object Something more easy to hate. An inanimate entity Completely disposable. No problem to obliterate. But death is the silencer Is this cycle of violence Death is the silencer But death is the silencer In the language of violence. We want to be longer We long to feel tougher When we pick on someone else It might make us feel rogher Abused by their fathers. But that was at home So to prove to each other that they were not homos The ensumation of the phobic fury Executioner, Judge and jury The mob mentality Individuality Was nowhere Dignity forgotten at the bottom of a dumb old dare And an uncold stare On the way home, it was back to name calling Ten against One, they had his back up against the wall and They revelled in the laughter as they surrounded But it wasn't a game when they all jumped and grabbed him And they picked up their bats with their muscles straining Then they decided they were gonna beat this fellow's brain in With an awlful powerful. An hourful Of violence Brutality and dominance They didn't hear him screaming They didn't hear him pleading They took what they wanted. Then just left him bleeding In a pool of red 'Til all tears were shed And his eyes flopped, receding to the back of his head Dead But death is the silence In the silencer In this cycle of violence Death is the silencer But death is the silencer In this language of violence Death is the silencer You won't see the face 'til the eyelids drop You won't hear the screaming until it stops You won't see the face 'til the eyelids drop You won't hear the screaming until it stops The boys parent's were gone And his grandmother had raised him She was mad she had no form of retaliation The pack didn't have to worry about being on a hitlist But the thing they never thought about Was that there was a witness To sentence this crime Right Place. Wrong Time Tried at the matter One of them was gonna do hard time The first day of prison was always the hardest The first day of prison, the hallways the darkest Like a gauntlet The voices haunted Faggot. Sissy. Punk. Queen. Queer. Words he used before had a new meaning in here As a group of men in front of him laughed and came near And for the first time in his life, the young bully felt fear He'd never been on this side of the name calling Five against one, they had his back up against the wall and He had never questioned his own sexuality But this group of men didn't hesitate their reality With an awlful powerful An hour full of violence Brutality and dominance They didn't hear him screaming. They didn't hear him pleading. They took what they wanted and then Just left him bleeding in the corner Like the giant reduced to Jack Horner But death is the silencer in this cycle of violence Death is the silencer But death is the silencer In this language of violence Death is the silencer You won't see the face 'til the eyelids drop You won't hear them screaming until it stops You won't see the face 'til the eyelids drop You won't hear them screaming until it stops The power or words. Don't take it for granted. When you hear a man ranting, Don't just read his lips, Be more sublime than this Put everything in context Is this a tale of rough justice In a land where there's no justice at all Who is really the victim? Or are we all the cause, and victim of it all?

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