Se.

 “If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

[...] You’ll be a Man, my son.”

If— by Rudyard Kipling

 

 

If I were inflexible as a statue

I would not be able to raise my hand

Yet, I did not to raise my hand

For they were shaking

With anger and fear

Anger that the voice was gone

Fear that the voice had been misunderstood

I understood 

Had I been a statue

I would not have been able to raise my hand

But I also would not have been able to hear the saints

Say with their flawless voices

Of how I was the enemy who needed restraints