Who Are You
Sitting on your pedestal
Or high horse if you will
Judging those you've never met
People standing still
It's all the same
We all make choices
If it's not what you would do
Who are you to have to voice it
I'm no better than the poorest souls
Or the richest of the suits.
Who are you but an angry sheep
Dressed in the skins of the righteous brute
Bow down before the ones you scorn
For we, tolerate you
Choke on what sets you apart
We have none to prove
So what does that make you
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