by Robin Ryan
I daresay yo to the powers that be
You are not going to like the likes of me
I like less the likes of you
As one who has been done unto
The differences between us are indeed vast
As I contend deeper values be and are bound to outlast
I see how grim you make the ride
As though there’ll never come a turning of any tide
Think me pitiful, call it strange
The honor is mine to help blow the winds of change
Compassion and duty are far more precious baubles
Remember that when it’s your world that wobbles
Why we stand opposed, you should be told as it starts
I choose to stand with the heartier rather than hardened hearts.
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