For the Dead

So,
To those still alive:

Will you grieve for every lost tribe?
Will you pray for every woman raped in wartime?
Will you mourn for every victim of every genocide?
Will you sympathize with everyone that survived?
Would you cry if the violin wept?
Would it inspire you to sing till silence steals your last breath?
Will you weep for the dead?
Will you weep when the rivers run red?
Will you weep for the dead?
Will you weep for wheelchair Fred?

Wheelchair Freddy wasn't ready
For his limbs to turn in to spaghetti
Sure is a pity
Even before that shit his life was pretty shitty
Mommy lost her dignity
When he was diagnosed with muscular dystrophy
Been drink's steady, started to lose it
Haunted by visions of what her life would never be
In her rage she became quite abusive
To what she considered an intrusive nuisance
Daddy was too busy making ends meet
To notice all the bruises on Freddy
Until it was too late
Thinking they should've gotten an abortion
Oh, the hate
Now they're divorcing
Poor things couldn't afford their mistake
And the whole time these horrors were unfolding at home
Fred was in the cafeteria eating all alone
No bros, not even close to adults
Everyones he knows makes life more difficult
Until he was a sophomore
Then he started to talk more
When one day much to his surprise
A couple semi-hot girls
Appeared right before his eyes
He was at a loss for words
They were talking to him
And he didn't know why
It was all a blur
They started to chill sometimes
Introduced him to a couple more girls
And a couple’ve guys
First time in the world he had friends
It made him feel so alive
BriBri stayed over one night
Couldn't do anything sexual so he didn't even try
They were growing closer and it did feel nice
But than he began to realize
He was wearing a disguise
Because he could never be a real part of their lives
And as soon as he began to enjoy them
They began to avoid him
Began to annoy him
He began to have fantasies of destroying them
Subconsciously swallowing the same poison
Nothing changed, like it ever wood
He accepted his social skills weren't so good
He didn't talk to anyone
Though his therapist thought they should
Fred didn't care
Constantly despising everyone who ever stood
His mobilized scooter became a lonely throne
He forgot about everyone he's ever known
So bitter it shows
Back in the cafeteria
Sitting all alone
And at college it's still the same song
When I reviewed his essay I spelt his name wrong
He doesn't even come into the hub because he doesn't belong
You simply won't catch the kid smoking no bong
And when he isn't in class no on notices he's gone
Now, Isaac Newton died a virgin
And Fred will do the same
But unlike Newton few will claim
To even be able to remember his name
Unaware of his pain
Now, when I see Wheelchair Fred roll my way
I run away
Because I know his shame
And how quickly life can waste away
Like his muscles
So go roll away Freddy
I know it sounds petty
But I will always remain dedicated to the hustle
Oh Wheelchair Freddy, why do you make me feel this way?
You've been labelled disabled
And there's no way you'll be able
To not take that label to grave
Karma denied you the things you crave
Be brave baby
I know it sounds insane
And it may be
But would you really shed a tear if they didn't save me?

Will you grieve for every lost tribe?
Will you pray for every woman raped in wartime?
Will you mourn for every victim of every genocide?
Will you sympathize with everyone that survived?
Will you weep for the dead?
Will you weep when the rivers run red?
Will you weep for the dead?
Will you weep when you feel the scissors slice the thread?
Will you weep for the dead?
Will you weep when you see the end?

Well
Will you?
Will you weep for the dead?
Or would you rather weep for yourself instead?