Dissent
As if it is as up to me as I can say
For me to be of it, of love as clay
If who to him was she to them
Where monsters are instead of men
Belittling our souls this very day
If who was down then what was up
With when as much as one can trust
As if we met who would we be without much need for empathy
But by the if we hoped for much dismay
As if it is as up to me as I can say
