quick to judge

how quick to judge
how quick to write off
what may not fit society's whims...
that which is different
that which seems odd
may have depth deeper than the surface skimmed...

the status quo is no home to me
i reach for places unfamiliar
i don't care to fit in with popular demand...
the box is too confined
the lid threatens my air
i'll fight to the end and take my stand...

there are causes worth taking risks for
and lost souls searching for a light to guide them
fear of the unknown seems almost tangible...
but worse yet is doing nothing
i cannot forgive standing idly by
when help was so easily available...

we have forgotten who once we were
our old ways were holy and sacred
struggling we seek to find our lost place...
the new ways are insidious and destructive
we are killing ourselves slowly and surely
so ashamed we're unable even to look upon our own face...