Your skin they Unzip,
your body they Evacuate
themselves they Force
their thoughts they Shove.

They control your mouth 
to shoot words about a cause; 
they CLAIM they Know!

With your Blood,
they'll wipe two stripes
on their cheeks,
ready for marching the streets!

Shouting loud
about pain and grief.
Clueless they are -
how Foggy it can be.

Step by step,
in your tight skin,
they marched ignorantly -
Thinking freedom
they had to snap; 
"Snap out" of the inches
they invaded -
in the name of relating. 

Not knowing,
what it takes to talk that Talk.
A mile in your skin they thought they can Walk -
Your SUFFERING;
they couldn't hold
out of your skin -
COWARDLY they withdraw...