Warning...Part 2

Rancid taste. Questions, questions..never any answers. Never any replies. Only judgements passed and accepted. Never defended, only defeated. I feel hunted. I feel like a black man on Ku Klux Klan territory. On the run, but never escaping, always dreading the final moment of capture, in a nervous state of bare survival. And what is my crime? And who are you to judge and accuse? And what will become of me? What will become of my warm and sunlit dream? Will I have to succumb to your poisonous ways; will I have to sacrifice it on your blood-drenched altar just to be accepted by you? Does acceptance lie in the amalgamation of my existence into your filthy society and in the adoption of attitudes, rules and ideas that I despise as my own? Will I become ostracised? Will I have to leave? Will I be able to fight? Will I be able to maintain the noble and moral conduct (as I see fit) until the end? When is the end? Where is the end? Why is there always an end?