Politically Incorrect

I'm a heterosexual,
Conservative white male.
I believe in God, and Jesus;
Faith some seek to derail.

I'm the one on the other end
Of the finger pointing.
I'm politically incorrect,
My ways are disappointing.

I'm the villain in the stories,
Which others like to tell.
The slave owner, and homophobe,
Damning pagans to hell.

Rather, that's how I've been painted,
A chauvinistic brute;
A bigot if I disagree,
With views I might dispute.

Employers lose the resumes,
Of some white applicants.
Unless they're homosexual,
Or foreign immigrants.

Called reverse discrimination,
It happens all the time,
There's no one fighting for my rights,
For that would be a crime.

If I fought for my opinions,
Or stood up for my rights,
I'd be accused by other groups,
Of instigating fights.

I'm expected to just take it,
To be seen, but not heard.
Watch my rights, and faith disappear,
Without a single word.

To pose no opposition when
God's name becomes a crime.
For there are those who take offense
At something so sublime.

But whenever I'm offended,
By what others believe,
I'm told to keep it to myself,
Such thoughts make me naive.

They say I don't know poverty,
Or discrimination.
How could I ever understand,
Racial segregation?

But who has spent a single day
Contending with my muse?
Have any looked out of my eyes,
Or walked in my own shoes.

Do others know the life I've lived;
What obstacles I've faced?
Or what I think of your beliefs,
Your gender, or your race?

Can you discern my politics,
The issues I support?
Can you accept my right to choose,
And not offer retort?

Did you know that I nearly died
Before I turned to God?
What darkness does my past reveal?
What byways have I trod?

Why do those who do not know me,
Always assume so much?
Why is it, when I disagree,
They think I'M out of touch?

Every story needs a villain,
This time, I guess it's me.
For I've expressed an opinion,
With which you disagree.

I'm politically incorrect,
The latest casualty.
But I will not face in silence,
Such blatant bigotry.

You say you fight for human rights,
But just fight for your own.
And those who dare get in your way,
Will soon be overthrown.

Equality cannot be found,
If any are oppressed.
What good is it to have a choice
If others are repressed.

And if injustice is your way,
Then something is amiss.
What turned your cause into a war,
Was your own prejudice.