They say we are privileged
In their tidy house
On a dead end street
They say we have power
While the bat still batters
The poor who crave food
They say we are perverse
As we try only to find peace
Only to find acceptance and love
They say we are different
Wearing strange clothing
But worshipping the same god
Tall white men declare
She caused the crime
For wearing too little
Old men declare
You are condemned to raise the child
Though we provide neither support or means
These judges who sit
Looking down at the judged
Because they are different
Because they are brown
Because they are young
Because they love their fellow men
Because they love their fellow women
Because they are different
Because they do not support the words in an ancient book
We ask
Who wrote the ancient book?
Privileged men with power
