Questions of Millions
Questions of millions, I can hear them in my head.
Unheard answers on a tiny single thread,
whispering injustice from a viewpoint that may stand
above the rest in equality, and religious love.
People surround me in all color, shape and form
and I can't help but wonder if I'm American anymore.
You're not welcome just because you
have a difference that you can only see on the
outside, because your shallow abilities hold you back.
I don't know these people, but it matters not to me, because we all
hold something dear: the voice of humanity.
So think again before you judge us, wait till you see us clear,
for we all stand to reason, and we all stand to live.