His messages are boldly written

With blunt honesty, raw, but true

He protests against the damage done

Tales of the wronged, the violated, me, you

Calling out to the abandoned and alone

Uniting the invisible and too often unheard

He joins their inner war, draws his microphone

And voices their struggle, screaming it word for word

He withstands ignorance and falling often on deaf ears

His sound branded violent, aggressive, satanic, lewd

Standing strong, he repeats their message, sees them rise against the leers

A misjudged warrior for the chaotic liberation of the subdued.