Injustice Collector

Ground

Sick of you
Always patting your back
Injustice collector, who'd you save today?

I bet they're better
Better off
Now

Let's all give a slow clap
For the sacrifices you made

Without your moral high ground
How would they know they're saved?

A no good
Do gooder
That is what you are

Morally bankrupt philanthropist
With no sense to spare

Grandstanding gestures to raise your appeal
Using misfortunes of others
To garner the limelight you steal

Intentions made so obvious
Your privilege is showing again
When is this dog and pony show
coming to an end?

Collecting
Grievances
That don't belong to you

Manipulating, unforgiving
Maladjusted creep
Bottom of the barrel sympathy you seek

Ruminate
Other's hate
And make it about you

Agitated, aggravated
Low hanging fruit you choose
Easy pickins you can hang overtly with a noose

Noose

Injustice collector
Compulsively you hoard

Oppression and misgivings
Of unprivileged ones

Everyone can see
right through your bullshit

It's quite embarrassing I must say
To see you look this way

All talk no fight
All bark no bite
Don't you have some more people
To save today?

Ground