Judgement of a human being

Story by forest elk on SoFurry

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Society today makes me fed up, you all know what I mean. People are afraid to be what they want to be, becuase society tells them that what they are is not normal or is taboo. What is taboo? a word invented by the ignorant to describe that which they fear, some taboo's have a legitimate source, but others are just plain stupid. Who has the right to tell a man or woman who they should love? who has the right to tell anyone how to live their life. This is for the scared people, who need to find strength inside, to fight back for themselves and what they stand for. Rate, comment, enjoy, whatever :P


By the way you walk,

By the way you talk,

You are judged

By the way that you live

And the way that you give

You are judged

Each turn of face

Puts you in your place

In front of a faceless judge

Called people

For whom you care for

You are shoved out the door

Ridiculed, beaten, hated

What you do is taboo

No one will love you

Or so it is judged by the people

For each red, rage face

You are put in your place

By the faceless judge

Called people

They shout, and they hate

Crush you into the slate

The cold of the roadside gutter

The hate in there eye's

For what you are inside

Who is the one disappointed?

You've got to be strong

Don't get dragged along

By bigotry, ignorant lies

But sometimes it's too much

Extremists and such

You've got to still stand tall

For goodness sake

Don't give into hate

Or they will just end it all

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