Someone or something At least some kind of reaction Not just the reactionary hum Of agreeing with the argument Just not the form I try to comprehend There are no words left Can't hear you now There just contempt left This force might seem unstoppable When put into momentum In the locker rooms During lunch hour Round the dinner tables in our homes Someone or something At least some kind of reaction Not just the reactionary scum Making this land safe For all the pretty white children I try to comprehend There are no words left Can't hear you now There just contempt left