Can You Blame Me?
Can you blame me? Sick of hands forced into
My truth, my perception. Thrusting themselves
Into places they don't belong. Those few
Who manage privacy being dashed through
Governmental swords, eyes. The fly that melds
Into obscurity, the one least true.
Beware those few, the rebels, pacifists;
The most dangerous. Unaware of the caused
Violence by those who follow. Their lists
Of sins misconstrued to petty black claws
Used against those wishing to stay pure white.
those living for themselves little caused harm.
Seems like those who have the best clear sight
Are those ignorant and blissful and calm.