I’ll stand in line with all the mistreated, disgruntled and cheated things on this round object floating in the galaxy.
I’ll raise my fist for all raisins, for the people not being picked for a sports team, for the ones that can’t talk and the ones that won’t.
I’ll shield all the unpopular opinions and fight the stigma. I will neither attack nor fight, only when my line of defence is crossed.
My resolute response is not driven by anger but by determination.
The things may come, I’ll will be here. I will hold my shield. I have support and I will not yield.
I will fight injustice, no matter from where. I’ll fight!
Even myself.
Now give me that damn stinky cheese.