Jan 11
That's fine, dude, I'm not mad at you.
First they came for my neighbors,
And I didn't stay silent,
I spoke up for the different,
The othered, myself.
Loved ones and strangers,
Blamed for their birth,
The color of their skin,
Who they loved,
or their gender within.
So is it a sin?
That I've loved and defended?
Am I so wrong,
For who I hold close at night?
You say they deserved it,
So I guess so do I.
Though I've followed the law,
Always tried to do right.
Did the children ask for it?
That's why they aren't in school?
Even the ones,
Following all of the rules?
Is the problem who we are,
Are we really so violent?
Or are we just different,
And refuse to submit?