Would I lay my head upon the block?

My neck into the noose

My body to be stretched

Bent and gashed upon the rack

To be devoured by hungry hearts

Allow my head to be placed upon a spike

For all that I would hold dear

For the revelry of all of those

Who would watch and sneer

Against accusations and false imprisonments

To satisfy the lust of those

Who would say they

And they alone hold the true faith

And that apparently, I do not

Would I argue and debate?

With all of those others

All that they defend and hold up in to the light

When it Is seen to be no more

Than dancing shadows

That shrink and fade

Turned to dust

When for all of us to an end must come

 

Or will I stand just and right

Not on my pride

But on the side of each and every man

To be able to walk, talk and declare

In his own beliefs

With no recompense or threat of certain death

Which becomes a stain upon us all

Who live in its wake

That I would as all others be able

To rest my head upon my lover’s breast

 

Would I be the first to cast the stone

Of the outraged and righteous

With stiffened neck

Place the offending severed head

Upon this tarnished plate

And declare

Now it is done

Once and

For all

Enough

When in reality it is done for none

Other than my own sense of self

 

Or would I temper my rage

Of smitten steel eyed words

With mercy and the kiss of grace

Upon the brow

Of those who would

Do me wrong or disagree

With those I have learned to distrust

Or would I hope and pray

Recognise that I am no more than a boy

In the body of an aging man

Who cannot allow

That which has been

Eat away at his very soul

 

So, I could simply say

You and I we are different

But the same