What If
What if I pull out my soapbox
And stand in the park;
And I tell the watching throng
I hate you?
I tell them you are oppressive,
I don’t want to integrate with you,
I don’t want you to draw breath,
I want to kill you,
Your children,
In the name of my god?
What if you do the same?
One of us is going to jail.
Both of us will die.
And what end, if anything, will be served?
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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