by Marty




If heís confined to a wheelchair

They always talk down at him.

If sheís the victim of rape

They claim she was weak.

If we say what we feel

They tend to ignore us.

If I love my own sex

They condemn me to hell.


It happens again and again;

To everybody at times.

Will the sticks and the stones

Help them grow stronger?


If youíre wearing strange clothes

Donít play in our park.

If your language is foreign

Donít live on our street.

If your skinís the wrong colour

Donít ride on our bus.

If your god is not ours

Weíre better than you.


And for the times I was the one

That was doing the crushing,

I beg for forgiveness;

Not least from myself.






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