They grabbed her walking down the street,
And shoved her into a convenient ally,
They demanded in rough uncivilized voices,
For her to convert from what she believed in,
They threatened her with a gun to the head.
And all she said in return was,
"I guess this is goodbye then,
Like you I won’t change my belief,
Because it wasn’t made on a whim."
They dragged him from his nighttime slumber,
And shoved him to the ground on his knees,
Demanded on the spot for a conversion,
From what he had struck his faith in,
They threatened him with disembowelment.
And all he said in return was,
"I guess this is goodbye then,
Like you I won’t change my faith,
Because it wasn’t made on a whim."
It’s the same story over and over again,
Everyone has their own belief,
And you can’t change them on demand,
A strong believe will just die instead.
They cornered her on her way home,
And told her she had open options,
They demanded that she change her belief,
And stick to what they thought right,
Their threat was to murder and rape,
And with frightened eyes she returned,
"I guess this is goodbye then,
Like you I just can’t change my belief,
I didn’t found it on a simple whim."
Discrimination and racism is a given,
In a world with only hate on its mind,
It’s a sad era of misconception,
And its not going to just change.
