To Protest or Not to Protest

I protest out of fear, fear of change, fear of losing, fear of them.
I protest out of hate, hate to change, hate to lose, hate against them.
I protest out of habit, habit of routine, habit of despising them.
I protest because I am trained. I am trained to oppose them.
I protest to gain acceptance. I have friends when I detest them.
I protest against perceived ideas, because I don’t know them.
I protest on someone’s words, I have to resist them.
I protest because I am weak, I don’t have strength to change them.
I protest because I am a pawn, we have power against them.
I protest by a scripted propaganda, I have learned opinions against them.
I protest for the sake of protest, protesting for the sake of protest will shake them.

I disguised to mingle with them, to understand them.
They had a story that continually scared them.
They had unhealed scars; they had skepticism in them.
They had procured strength, protest was not taught to them.
They were afraid of me, but other means had found them.
They were on top, so protest had no use for them.
They were right in crushing me or I was right in hating them.
After learning their story, I have sympathy for them.
Do I protest against them, ignore them, or befriend them?
They are right, I am right, do I understand them?
I don’t love them, I can’t hate them, do I tell them?
Do I lose my friends by being sensible to them?
Habit, training, social shackles, how do I explain to them?
I was better ignorant, I would have kept protesting against them.