SJB

I am not a Social Justice Warrior.
Warriors are trained and inculcated,
Indoctrinated.  
Razor edge ethics,
Kind hearted breathe sits
In the hollows of their chests by design.
No I am much more savage than that.
My ethics are homegrown,
Birthed in the fleshy metronome
That beats doublestep for the oppressed.
I fight injustice alongside an SJW,
That guerilla war against the cruel,
Not because I was taught it was right,
Tempered in that good hearted kiln,
But because I know what its like
When bigotry almost gets you killed.
 
I am not fueled by guilt
Nor responsibility.  
But instead a rage,
At antisemitic snakes,
And homophobic stakes
That lie at the bottom of all man makes.
I do not cut down monsters with my words.  
I eat them alive.
My heart quickens at the taste of nazi larynx.
Evangelicals taste like sweet Gideon stew,
And congressmen are so greasy
they go down like butter.
And I cant get full,
Because if I stop,
Who knows what will happen to my people.
 
I am not a social justice warrior.
I am not so good a Samaritan.  
I am much less tame than that
I am a Social Justice Barbarian.