Men In Black

We will pass each other on the street,
And we will dip our heads.
We are not destined to speak or engage,
Yet we will know and show respect.

Everyone has a tale to tell,
So many filled with pain and scars.
A society of millions,
We are connected from afar.

An expensive suit will not adorn our skin
And colours we may lack.
We are the ones who choose no club,
We are the men in black.

To ride that iron steed,
Makes you part of something else
But not part of a stupid bike gang or club
You do this for yourself.

Not involved in drugs or crime
We do not carry any blame
You won't see our names in print or word
And we will never carry shame.

That patch upon your leather skin
It makes you just a tool
A carrier, a dealer, murderer, or thief?
A pathetically messed up fool.

You try to hide behind good deeds
And for charities you have raised cash
But behind that profile! which you display
You still deal in pain, guns and hash.

Yes we may know you all a little,
And in those bars we've shared a beer!
But not acknowledging superiority,
And we know not any fear.

We are the ones born to be free,
We will be measured by our acts,
As a whole we are greater and stronger
Without that patch upon our back.

Free riders is what we call ourselves,
And strength the name does lack,
But we are the strongest of them all
The unnoticed men in black.