You are the guilty ones.

You who stay silent.

You who see.

You don't have to be violent.

You see her tears.

You hear her sobs.

You walk right past

The silent mobs.

You hear the screams

You know they exist

But you don't want to

You don't have to resist

You know he's lost

You see his face

Something is wrong

Keep up your pace.

It's all just fine

Ignorant bliss

Until it's your turn

To be dismissed.

Then they are wrong

Poor righteous you

Who turned away

Even though you knew.