Why would you give someone a voice?
If every single day you rob them of the choice?
You give them the freedom to speak their mind,
But then you take it back, as if to remind,
This someone that they still don't have a place,
They're meant to walk the earth as a blank, unnamed face.
Why would you choose to knock a person down,
When all they were trying to do was stand their own ground?
What kind of person does it make you,
When you refuse to see what your harsh words do?
Your thoughtless insults can cut a person to the bone,
You can be the unfairest person that someone has ever known...
God forbid someone speak up against your cruel streak,
Because then your eyes will silence their very ability to speak.
You are the Almighty in your own mind, the king,
But when you look down to this person, it makes you nothing.