Does it make you proud
When you're the cause of someone's tears?
Does it bring you joy
Every time you insult the innocent?
Do you know what you do
When you speak with your vicious tongue?
Do you realize what happens
Every time you laugh at another's sorrow?
You see a woman with male friends
And you accuse her of craving sexual attention.
You notice a boy wearing glasses
And you tease him with the name "four-eyes."
There's a group of peace lovers;
You proclaim they're annoying hipsters.
The teenage boys who love each other;
You tear them asunder by calling them abominations.
Do you find pleasure
In being the source of a poor soul's agony?
Do you even think
Of what the consequences could be?
Does it satisfy you
To make someone feel inferior to you?
Does it quench your thirst
Whenever you rule over the oppressed?
If a young man loves writing poetry,
Immediately you dismiss him as a lonely loser.
Should a girl in a wheelchair cross your path,
You'll laugh at her for being abnormal.
The kids enrolled in special education?
No hesitation from you to label them as lesser intelligence.
And the new transfer student from China?
You're happy to accuse her of being a "Commie".
Don't you see what you're doing? You can see, but you're blind.
Can't you hear their sobs? You can hear, but you're deaf.
You may not touch their skin,
But they bruise themselves because of you.
You may not draw their blood,
But they make themselves bleed because of your words.
You may not be there physically,
But they are always haunted by you.
You may not give chase,
But they are constantly running from your wrath.
More Than You'll Ever Know. . .