Tumbling crowds walk all over us
Pressure us into silence
Silence as they kill us
Silence, so we don't wake up the ones who would be called good
Silence so we can't fight
Since so we're all alone
We were different, so no one cared
We were different, so no one believed us
We were different, so our whispers were talked over
We were different, so we were ignored
We were Jewish in the Holocaust
We were African American in slavery
We were Muslim after 9/11
We were Japanese-American after Pearl Harbor
We were Christian when Rome persecuted us
We were Native American when America was colonized
We were Roma in WWII
We were Mormon in Haun's Mill Massacre
We were Puritans in England
We were Indian when Britain invaded
We are Christian in ISIS territory
We are Muslim in Myanmar
We are Syrian refugees
We are women in Silicon Valley
We are gay in a homophobe's city
We were persecuted, but we perservered
We are oppressed, but we still speak up
Our legacy is our strength, our courage, and our faith
Our hope is that we are an example for the persecuted later in time
- Author: Izzi Lynn (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 3rd, 2016 21:48
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem isn't necessarily for me, but more for others. I don't want to just write about myself. I want to write for others too. I, myself, am very privilaged. I live in America, I'm Christian, I go to a private school, I have a good life by most standards. But there are others not quite so lucky, others who can't speak out as easily as I can. I don't want to take my life for granted. I don't want to ignore history. Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it. I don't want a repeat of the Holocaust, of the Inquisitian, of the Crusades, of the Concentration Camps, of any of it. So that's why I tried a different type of writing. I wrote from someone else's point of view.
- Category: Reflection
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