When your people are my people then
I will grieve, moan, and wail through the night
when they are jailed, oppressed, abused, or killed.
The pain will not be your pain, but our pain
on that day, when your people are my people.
When the voice of your people is muted
by the voice of the mighty majority so loud
that small voices are only whispers.
Then your voice will become my voice
on that day, when your people are my people.