We Try

It’s not fair; we get no chance

It’s like the world is in a trance:

“Kill them, break them, make them whole

they have taken what we stole.”

“It’s not right,” we kick, we scream

It’s like the world is in a dream:

“They are wrong, for they’re not us

It is they we should not trust.”

They try to change us, they mean well

It’s like the world is under a spell:

“Mold them, shape them, make them same

They are beasts that we must tame.”

They think us dumb, we are naive

But it’s the world we can’t believe:

“We love all, just not you

Everything we think is true.”