If I stand tall
And say to a child, unknown to you
Pointing at you as I speak
Tell him to worship me...
Would you worship me?
I think not
His influence miniscule
His words meaningless
His face unknown
If I stand tall
And shoot a child, unknown to you
Staring at you as I speak
You will worship me
Would you worship me?
I think not
His life insignificant
His blood cheap
His face unknown
If I crouch low
And shoot your child, so loved by you
Avoiding you as I speak
You should have worshipped me
Would you worship me?
I think not
Your anger true
Your defiance stronger
Your thoughts of revenge
And yet you sneak and hide
Unnamed, unfaced and unnannounced
Killing our children
Saying little or nothing
Claiming little or nothing
And you expect us to worship your way
Your life, your martyrdom
To respect your thoughts
Your reasons.
I think not.
You work it out.