The boys throw stones at the frogs for fun, the frogs die for real -Erich Fried

It is just a joke, they say,
And joking should be allowed today,
Of course without offence,
Told at a party, to some friends,
Or at the job, to some colleagues,
A quick line whispered on the streets,
It doesn't mean harm, they all laugh,
Even those who are made fun of,

And so the words makes their way,
And grow stronger day by day,

The joke grows to become an idea,
That's proclaimed after the third beer,
Something to discuss with colleagues,
Or to talk about on the streets,
Not dangerous, just an opinion,
They all claim, while still laughing,
Only that some are now faking,

And the words aren't done yet,
Wider and wider they get spread

The idea soon becomes an ideology,
Something bigger than you and me,
That you share with all colleagues,
And chant loudly on the streets,
Suddenly houses are burning,
And they throw stones still laughing,
While in the flames others are dying

And the words are gasoline to the fire,
Making it burn higher and higher

Yet when all is burned down finally,
There are tears and screams left only,
No one still there to laugh or smile,
So silence rules for a while,
And 'Never again' they all say
But yet soon comes the day
Where it's forgotten, too far away
And then, again, it's just a joke.

-A/N okay, I don't know if this makes sense at all....
But some jokes just aren't funny.
Stay human,
Sero 💙-