Bombs, grenades, knives, bullets
You never used any of those.
Looks, sneers, words, sarcasm
You have a whole fistful of them.
Degrading me to feel better about yourself,
Why can’t all of this just stop?
Please, no disrespect, but
What have I done to you?
You’re human – I’m human.
We’re brothers, sisters.
When I sit alone,
I think of these things.
How all we need is forgiveness,
And how everything could be alright.