F your protest

 

I don’t think you care,

I don’t think you have feelings.

You think yourself a hero,

But your actions have no meaning.

Your heart is made of ice,

And it will never be melting.

You are not fighting for freedom,

People are dying.

You have a big hero complex.

And it is taking you through the roof.

An ego made to explode on you.

What do you think it is you do?

You are nothing more than the jester,

You are the clown, the fool. 

You are not the victim,

You never was.

You are just the bully,

You play the villain part.

So cry your tears 

But don’t expect us to care.

You are the wrong side

Of history, my dear.