Deorse

When you forfeit your guards and gates,
We’ll listen to your ‘minute hates.’
When you shut off your house alarm
We’ll notice when you say ‘disarm.’
But until then, you must admit
That you are but a hypocrite.
When you fly ‘coach’ and take the bus
We’ll listen when you sneer at us.
When you go into crowds alone
And face it all out on your own
We might no longer scoff and chafe
When you say guns don’t make us safe.
When you take the spiked fences down
And watch a movie, here in town,
And drive, like us, in your own car
Or drink with us in some cheap bar
We’ll watch you, with us, in the crowd
And note you’re talking much less loud.
When your kids go to school with ours,
Among the lock-downs, drills, and bars,
When you don’t think your power and fame
Means you don’t have to play our game,
When you give us that much respect
You’ll do much more than we expect.
But, as it is, you give us orders.
You won&