Self-righteous tongues wag,
Spewing forth appalled bile,
Dismissing me as a lousy fag.
Waving their flag, their tag,

While conspicuously silent about,
Crimes perpetrated in their name,
Mute when murder is carried out,
Sans a whisper, let alone a shout,

No indignation for ‘our’ own crime,
The ‘other’ being so easy to condemn,
As we bury our heads in the slime,
‘We’ become a hushed mute mime.