We Cannot Become Them

Just because the world turned its face away

When we cried for help in the dark,

Does not mean we should darken our way,

Or blind our eyes to the cries of others.

Our scars are not a licence to scar,

Our wounds are not a weapon to wield.

Do you not feel the ache that bites,

The weight of Golon's stolen heights?

If their flags are raised, it is not to your fall,

Their struggle does not diminish ours at all.

For their pain is ours, their fight the same-

Against oppression‘s eternal shame.

Tell me, how does a victim stand

And shake the cruel oppressor's hand?

How do you trade the fight we’ve known

For silence and a heart of stone?

We were never alone, though it felt that way,

And yet, loneliness is no excuse

To hold the whip that once tore your back.

We are more than the pain they used.