You can question me as many times you like.

My story will not change.

For my story is truth.

 

Unspoken words were thrown into the air.

Invisible people claim they watched as the swords were drawn.

Yet, we are the ones torn to shreds.

 

If someone were to make fun of my weight,

Would they be cast into an angry mob?

If someone were to call me ‘white,’

Would they be robbed of truth?

If someone were to call me ‘gay,’

Would I freely be able to set them straight?

 

If I would have been the one to tell the tale,

Would we still be the ones being punished?

Would we be equally guilty?

Or would all of the fault fall upon the heads of my enemy?

 

If what we did was considered discrimination,

If what we did was considered lying,

If what we did was considered starting war,

Would what they did be considered equality?

Would what they did be considered honesty?

Would what they did be considered keeping the peace?

 

The neutral judge holds the gavel in his hands to make the sentence.

He unknowingly hides the truth behind thick steel bars,

While unleashing lies to a world of gullible listeners.

 

If I am the deceiver, then you, sir, are Adam.