When the right to speak costs too many lives,
When the freedom to love, too many scars,
When balance is exiled from your games,
And context from your rules,
When assumptions drown out your conscience,
When beliefs are passed around your broken,
When conversation buries truth,
When virtues betray the book,
When stories never end,
When weapons are the dream, and blood the tribute,
When a question can silence,
When a fact can own,
When the ideas speak for themselves,
When uncertainty’s touch riots on the street,
When a word is the enemy,
When statistics deny dreams,
When you turn your back on fear,
When freedom isn’t free,
But your minds are,
There I’ll be

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