I feel it in my body, you see
It flows through the veins in me
This strong connection with family
in the past
in the future
and presently
We are so small
Our love so big
When it breaks it falls
Deep down under all the walls
Which will be our downfall
We weep and bawl
Wrapped in a shawl
This hell I don’t know what to call
Our love so Strong
My brothers and sisters lifelong
We are headstrong
In the cloud of despair, we sing a song
Of Hope
And all 15 million of us sing along
There’s no way to do it wrong
There’s no disconnection too long
It’s ancestral
It’s our torch song
She said it was mandatory,
So I tried to hope
Feeling like a dope
Cuz there’s no good way this is ending, nope
It feels like around my neck is a rope
How are we meant to cope
When every leader’s a spineless mope
Each one of them is a selfish joke
Our enemies spew the same old tropes
While the police are spraying us with poisoned soap
And the powerful rich men are able to elope
I guess I’m angry
Hope can wait
I still can’t believe this is our fate
And still we sit and wait
For shivaSeven-day mourning period following the funeral of a first-degree relative, during which time family members remain at home and receive visits of comfort. Other customs include abstinence from bathing and sex, covering mirrors, sitting lower than other visitors, and the lighting of a special memorial candle which burns for seven days., we bring a plate
