Your Vote for Him Made You a Thief as Well
You did not steal with hands or gun,
No gold was taken in the sun,
But hearts were robbed of gentler things—
Of trust, of bread, of blossoming springs.
You cast your mark and turned away,
And thought the world would bloom as May,
Yet winter came with hollow eyes,
And children wept beneath the skies.
Your silence signed the cruel decree,
Your comfort bought their misery,
And though your purse was never filled,
Your soul grew lean, your mercy stilled.
The thief need not break locks or bars—
He steals the light from out the stars;
And in that night, both thief and king
Are bound by one unholy ring.
So count your coins, and guard your name—
The ledger knows, and writes in flame;
For every lie that power tells,
Your vote for him made you a thief as well.
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