martyr

How many of you

Only look like you’re standing

On the mountaintop?

There’s a shift in the wind—

Blood is in the air ,

The stench of oppression.

No, you aren’t on a victorious peak—

You’re actually drowning,

A silent martyr,

Thinking you’re doing what’s right.

But love,

You’re worth fighting for.

—

How many of you

Are actually 

Drowning

Of your own accord?