They All Need to Leave
Me, I am not evil.
I simply want was is best,
To protect my country and the government do the rest.
The honest man gets his honest pay,
And those who cannot work,
Well, there’s always the next day.
My family first, along with my friends
Because what do we have, when the end is the end?
So I will protect what’s mine, that’s the right thing to do.
And everyone else?
Well, this is the land of the free, and their freedom is theirs to pursue.
Wait, not everyone lives
In countries like mine?
Well, someone will aid them, no reason to whine.
What do you mean, they flee to us?
Nah, we don’t want them, I heard their drugs are ruthless.
They use drugs to provide for their families?
Well surely there are other ways besides anarchy.
So I will go and round up these threats,
And they will all begin to regret
Ever even trying to protect what they claim to be theirs.
And as the day is done, I shuffle upstairs,
To kiss my daughter on the forehead
For it is for her that every night I have bled.
But tonight she turns to me with tears in her eyes,
And says,
“They were just like us, wanting safety and protection,
But they didn’t have the privilege to make any objections
As to how their safety is secured.
So fuck you,
You’re part of the problem,
Who seeks to destroy what they have tried to make blossom.”
Aren’t we all a humanity, searching for the same security,
But all just with different levels of surety?
Are we truly different, or differently protected?
Well, actually, I don’t care, as long as I am not the one affected.
So tomorrow I will go
And do my duty, which is actually respected.
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Blends personal morality crisis with abstract philosophical questions about privilege and shared humanity.
Dense packing of ideas: nationalism, self-justification, immigration, hypocrisy, and moral reckoning compressed tightly.
Predominantly negative: guilt, accusation, moral indictment, though framed through conflicted internal dialogue.
Builds momentum through rhetorical questions, direct address, and daughter's explosive accusation with profanity.
Approximately 50 lines; falls within the 31-60 line range.
Uses metaphor, personification, and some rhetorical flourish but primarily declarative argumentation.
Dramatic monologue with embedded persona shift; narrator's voice interrupted by daughter's dramatic confrontation.
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