Today

I hear shots ringing out
But they are far away
I heard people were being killed
But they were not my kin
I heard ideologies were being persecuted
But they were not my ways of thinking
I heard rights were being given up
But these were not mine
Mine were safe
As was I

I hear shots in the distance
And they are getting closer
I see people dying in the streets
Of another town
Another country
They almost look like me
Almost