If I told you
How worried I was
About the state of the world
About the state of this country
About how soon I expect to hear 32 footsteps
About how soon I fear I'll beg Anne Frank's silence
About how much I'll need our bugout bags
About what it'd mean to leave a lease behind
About my debts following me

If I told you I'm scared no escape might save my child from fascism or a scorched earth,

Could you give me the aid, anyways, to escape?
Could you bring me to a new underground railroad?