I’m Sorry

I'm Sorry
I truly am sorry you suffered.
If I had anything to say,
Anything at all,
I'd say I'm sad that no one came to your aid.

It pains me, as I do not want to be in your shoes,
Either... Yet, threatening me with "that" padded room...
Why would I get put in a padded room?

You cut me off before I could say anything,
My Awakened Narcoleptic.

I never said my government was oppressing me...
Only my neighbor.
Yet, if I end up in a padded room,
We shall know who was truly behind this mess.
As, I have faith, since the FBI has not burst down my door,
Nor have they censored me,
Nor have they told me I couldn't speak,
That I am in no threat of my government.
In Canada and Great Britain that is not true;
Excuse me for fearing that tyranny would come here.

Yet, the government's job is to protect me from my neighbor,
And if mobs rule freedom of speech,
Not a single word will ever be spoken again.
Men are stabbed in public
As for speech they get ran upon stage
As evil tries to kill men whose voices it disagrees with.

If you truly believe in all perspectives
Then you'd be happy to let all perspectives have a voice,
And not to be threatened by the sword of their fellow citizen
Nor their censors.

Yet, if I end up in a padded room,
I shall know it was the government who did this.
As, I am more sane now than I ever was.