When would you say no?
When like Job, your livlihood is gone,
and family, house, and cute little dog?
When disease eats your skin
and you're watching the murdering of your kin
and things hurt.
worse than words.
Persecution is just a word,
but bullets and knives and lost lives,
that's...well, that is something more
and I've thought about, a lot about
what I might be in for,
and when I would say no,
but, no I don't think I will.
It'll hurt if I
lose my wife and baby girl and I
have to live with no house, outside,
but I have hope I'll see them again, and I
will not deny or hide life,
though it may mean I lose mine.
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