What did I do to deserve such caution?

Violet_Writes

What did I do to deserve such caution?
What did I do but live freely?
Why am I being punished for speaking
When we live in a country that claims free speech?
Why are my people hurting more than others?

 

I stand for what’s right and wrong—I won’t let anyone push me down.
I stand for the one true God above.
And this is what I get, in a land that was meant to be free and great?
Now people are killed for using their rights, for speaking their minds, for helping others.

 

So this is what I will do:
I will speak my mind, share my thoughts, and write down every word in my head.
I know what the cost is—but do you?
If you call this okay, maybe you should check in and see if you're messed up too.
I know what’s wrong, and I know what’s right. And this is sickening.

 

What has this land become—one that was built on faith in God above?
Have we forgotten all that our fathers gave up to provide?
Have we forgotten why this land is free,
Why are we even here in the first place?

 

Freedom, safety, and rights— That is why some gave up their lives.
This world needs to be awakened and shaken.

 

What did I do to deserve such caution?
What did I do but live freely?
Why am I being punished for speaking
When we live in a country that claims free speech?
Why are people hurting more than others?

 

Why? Tell me why.
People are taking lives
When others gave theirs for this home of the brave and free.
Why take a life when it belongs to the God above?
Why are we punished for believing freely?
Why are we hurting when all we’re trying to do is help—
When we’re trying to save the lost?

 

I can’t say it enough, and I’ll ask over and over again:
Why are my people being killed
For believing in the true God above?

 

I wonder what they would say if they were here today.
If a soldier came back and read everything that has happened,
Would he wish to go back in time and live a longer life—
To kiss his wife one more time?
Would a nurse wish to hold her kids and sing them to sleep Instead of saying,
“I don’t regret anything”?

 

I wonder why we are being killed
For freedom of speech.

  • Author: Violet_Writes (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 14th, 2025 20:29
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  • sorenbarrett

    A poetic question that has no legitimate answer. A plea that goes unanswered and the implication is that this is different than it has been before but it has always been such. Nicely written



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