Militant.....
Is what you call me

Open your mind
And you too shall see

That the world we live in
Is full of prejudice and bigotry

The rage inside of  me
Is fueled purely by the rage
In those that hold me down

To me it's plainly clear
It's not LOVE 
Making the world go round

It's money and power
Fear and Greed

The world still discriminates
based on your sex, race and creed

Look around and tell me
that those of high positions
aren't still white and male

And if you do
I then too
Can tell you a fairy tale.

It makes me angry
To look around and see
That here I'm the only one of me

Coincidental...
That's your response
And that you've seen
Another of me...Once.

Then you call me Militant
When I say “It's just not right”.

That for simple things others freely get
I must struggle for and fight.

I ask of you, the reader, this
When looking at the world
Open your mind and see

What you see
Is not coincidence
It's prejudice and bigotry.

And then...
If you feel
that Militant I still am

Then Militant
I will become.. 
and I won't give a damn.


Sarahy