by Nick Gisburne
You are the problem these people despise
Daring to look for a welcome within
Theirs is a hatred they do not disguise
All for a simple, unthinkable sin
Only your difference matters to them
Fury for something they find in your face
Driven to bitterness, quick to condemn
Witness the truth and the taste of this place
Better for them if they knew you were dead
Never believe you will ever belong
This is the bias for which they were bred
Always too many, their numbers too strong
No one will blame you for turning away
But, if you think you are strong enough, stay
