Say something

My friend

You are so quiet

 

As you

Enjoy

Protect

Perpetuate

Your privilege

 

Please know

There’s no happiness

On our planet

Without justice

 

Today

If you accept violence

(Or derive happiness from it!)

One day

(In the not so distant future!)

You

Will be subject to it

 

Your sweet ambrosia

Of personal happiness

Will taste awful

With the stench of misery

All around you

 

There’s time

There’s (almost) always time

Say something

Say something

Because your voice

Is usually heard

 

If you are silent

In despair

Say something

If you are silent

Because you’re complicit

Say something.

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