Few Among Others

The lands can be grazed,
The crops can be raised,
No human sacrifice for cattle,
No calling of names as doubt.

My brother is one I wish peace for,
No pulling down each other to grow,
There’s only one way to be happy:
Washing of hands by hands for hands.

When in distress, may I speak?
Without being judged by my faith,
Freedom of and after speech,
Question my opinions unbiased.

We will judge even your lordship,
Between legs shouldn’t be comfort
If not willingly spread for pleasure,
Forwards’ job shouldn’t be done by schools.

Allow me marry the love of my life
Not as long as she isn’t from “here or there,”
Death should be kind to those stalling our unity,
Allow me sleep peacefully in my father’s land.

Wildkhard [TA]