Standing In Front Of A Tank

I have had it, this is enough, no more.
I am tired and disgusted and just plain over it.
No more will I let you just roll,
No more will I let you just burn,
No more will I let you just outman, outflank, outarm, outright pulverize.
I don’t want it, we don’t want it, do you want it?
What better way to die than to tell you to stop.
You probably won’t listen, you never do,
You are too smart, too scared as well.
You aren’t just Judas, you are a liar,
I don’t believe you, and accordingly,
I will stand here, I want to cross the street,
But not if it means negotiating with you,
No, I won’t judge when is best to walk,
I will judge when is worst to walk, when is best to talk.
I will come out and I will decide when you get to cross.

Who said you are smarter or better than me?
Who said you should be in charge of all?
Who said you should shoot at everyone, camera men included?
I sure as heck didn’t, and even more so,
I know thousands of dead people who didn’t,
I know thousands of soon to be dead people who didn’t,
I know millions of long lived citizens who didn’t.
You just take and give orders of confinement,
You feel like you can do whatever, be free,
But you are not you fools,
Because in order to keep me, and those other people I talked about,
From being able to be happy and treated fairly,
You cannot be free, because you have a lot of work on your hands,
You are silly to think that your life is better than mine.
I would not be surprised if you caught me and got really mad,
But I also know that I lived free, didn’t you just see?

-jared a muscat