I Run Through the Woods

I ran through the woods
Frightened but assured by the hate that throbbed inside me
I ran to the sound of the wind, to the sound of the wolves
I would run to anything but the beat of my heart

My thoughts chased me, I did not run with them
I ran ahead of them
I knew that when they caught up, all the logic would hit me
Like a ton of bricks

And I would do something rational.
Rational was not what I needed right then;
I needed to be as irrational as possible, after all,
Where had being rational gotten me in the past?

I convinced myself that the searchlights were trained on me
That the sirens would go off at any second and I would be pursued,
Caught, and killed.
Nevertheless, I ran on

I didn't notice how dog-tired I must have been
I was busy worrying if I was still alive to think my lovely,
Irrational thoughts

The thought police, that's what they were
They dared you to dream of escape
Smiled with a 'Don't even try. I know what you're thinking', smile
I wonder if that was a requirement for the job?

I saw people watch their children die
And stand by because they couldn't help
I saw Mothers torn from Infants
And Fathers torn from Sons

And I saw hate
Hate that, if released on people who weren't used to it,
Would cripple the mind,
It would tear apart the soul

But then, we were used to it, right?
History's scapegoat. Funny how those things work out
How one thing becomes another and BOOM, there's a problem
Obviously its my fault. Right?

And I am inferior to you. Right?
I am incapable of rational thought.
And you, you are the racially superior one?
Prove to me that you are better, then.

I dare you!
That's right, I did just address you directly
How many wars have I started?
How many people have I killed?

How many minorities have I persecuted?
But no, that was all part of the plan, right?
I had to go so that you appeared to be the racial superior?
Oh, now I understand.

I wonder, sometimes, if you think you're going to come out on top.
If you sincerely believe that this hate you have released
And runs rampant through the streets of your cities
I wonder if you think that hate can bring me down

Well, you've certainly tried
I have to give you that
You forget that I have been hated
All my life.

For one reason or another, I am the inferior
And you thought because it was you saying so
It could bring me down?