Let them hit hard…

On our faces they spat
We wiped them
But the stain still speaks
Maybe…it has sensed their defeat

Let them hit hard

They broke our dignity…our dreams
But they want more….thats what it seems
Blinded by power they march
Not knowing…they haven’t yet broken our will

Now our tear drops have died
But the salt still flows...
Brushing our wounds…
Flaming our ego
Just one more wound to go

Let them hit hard
And fear they will know