Privilege
You've lived a nice life
with little you have to fear.
Those few moments
you felt a twinge of fear,
you had the good luck,
or the good sense,
to retreat,
and you breathed
a deep sigh of relief,
and maybe,
for a good moment,
you reflected,
on your good fortune
not to be born among those or,
of those,
for whom fear is always
a good part of life.
But, for you, the fear soon passed
and you always took advantage
of your advantage,
and only gave a passing thought
to those, who at any moment
might be denied justice, or
found one day mutilated
and raped in a hotel room, or
dragged to death down a
country road, or
left pistol whipped to death
and hung from a
Wyoming fence.
You see little connection
between these things
and your nice life
and the little
you have to fear.
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