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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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PersonalThemeAbstract

Blends personal morality crisis with abstract philosophical questions about privilege and shared humanity.

SparseMeasureDense

Dense packing of ideas: nationalism, self-justification, immigration, hypocrisy, and moral reckoning compressed tightly.

DarkSentimentBright

Predominantly negative: guilt, accusation, moral indictment, though framed through conflicted internal dialogue.

StillEnergyExplosive

Builds momentum through rhetorical questions, direct address, and daughter's explosive accusation with profanity.

MicroLengthEpic

Approximately 50 lines; falls within the 31-60 line range.

PlainFigurativeOrnamented

Uses metaphor, personification, and some rhetorical flourish but primarily declarative argumentation.

LyricVoiceDramatic

Dramatic monologue with embedded persona shift; narrator's voice interrupted by daughter's dramatic confrontation.

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