The Empty Call of Allies

I suppose it is hidden well,

Till it rises with the tide's swell.

The secrets of a community

That must flee, cry and plea.

For a chance to just exit in the quiet of their home

Living a life free to the things I do, to openly roam.

Shunned, burned, hanged and slaughters

Wait for them, their sons, their daughters.

And, I suppose we ignore it too

Because cruelness we shall not do

To others for differences in being.

But, being kind is not the same as seeing

The trees cut across their path

Others ready to pour out their wrath

Of hatred so strong as to explode into fires

Bombs weaved together with deadly wires.

Accusations await them for lives deemed unfit

And if with neither group I am to sit,

I have struck the match by which they will burn

Far I have given them no place left to turn.