Tell me how to feel about the pain which you teach,
Just what is the cure; needle, pill or leech?
The suffering we inflicted on each another, ages ago,
Is still reverberating - someone tell me how this is so.

The dates are in front of me, the testimonies heard,
Trying to name this sensation, and I just can’t find the word,
Disgusted by the actions - sickened by the thought,
It seems these have long existed, this rancid social rot.

Bigotry and bastards - discrimination yeah,
Stereotypes and hate crime’s ain’t reserved for the Klan,
Oppression and punishment can be found wide and far,
All for what you believe, and for being who you are.

I can tell you what it’s like, I can tell you all,
Your throat tightens up, and your skin begins to crawl,
An easygoing mind - now a disapproving state,
Distrust to our leaders - and forcefully against hate.

All when you hear it hasn’t been alright,
For all the guiltless victims, a lifetime of sleepless nights,
Thought you understood - now confused and out of reach,
So tell me how to feel about the pain which you teach.

~Dedicated to anyone who doesn't know how they should feel about the shit going on in the world.~