Mark R Slaughter - On the Innate Drive For What is Right lyrics

As life bled, martyrdom flared its buds. Repression, red from irritation, Rendered chinks and cracks; but thuds of Armament - in cowardice - accomplice of the Dictatorial blight thro' countless years - Wreaked its retribution: Yet hope began to bloom a coloured carapace Enshrining their allegiance ‘gainst the Terror in their tears. And on! Splits yawned - breaches in the junta: Flesh fought fanatical minds - Bullets welcomed into open hands And blessed with yearnings for morality: Chiselled man-toys of d**h and mutilation Couldn't repel the might of freedom Surging at the bright horizon. Crepuscular rays of purpose, body, Flooded pandemonium with Overwhelming clarity, direction - Burdened clouds drifting wayward as the Light channelled out a vision, Intensifying focus on tomorrow - Deepen their stride As they home in to What is theirs, Rightfully theirs!