Yes, I was there, but not involved,
I never said a word,
When they were tortured for their Faith,
My life of ease, preferred.

I stayed inside my Comfort Zone,
And did not make a move,
I did not have a thing to say,
And not a thing to prove.

Religious leaders said, “They’re wrong,
And everyone must die,”
They asked me what I thought of it,
But I had no reply.

I didn’t want to state my view,
Although I had a choice,
I should have chosen right from wrong,
And spoke up with my voice.

But I just stood there very mute,
And didn’t say a thing,
When they were sentenced to their fate,
My conscience felt a sting.

And now I live with what I’ve done,
And when they come for me,
I will not have a thing to say,
Nor have a place to flee.