the_ragnarok

When came the revolution, for that regime had to fall,
The losers, its supporters, stood there lined up by the wall.
They were grunts and canon fodder, not a single leader bled,
For the people who are weakest are the ones who eat the lead.

When bloggers on the net call someone out for what they've done
The autistic, transfemme furries somehow end up blocked and shunned
While the predatory cis white men are barely brought to mind -
For the people who are weakest are the ones you leave behind.

When you see who's hurt in conflict, the majority is clear:
They're disabled or they're children, they are Black or poor or queer,
And it doesn't even matter that this time the bad guys lost -
For the people who are weakest are the ones who pay the cost.

If you're reaching for a weapon, maybe hang on for a bit.
Punching up still means you're looking for a person you can hit.
If you swing without discretion, in your hatred for your foe,
Then the people who are weakest are the ones who'll take the blow.