By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Who then bares witness
to the illicit means of power,
when we, as single voices,
like a faint bleating in a stampeding herd,
are drowned out by thunderous intent.
Ready to take up force and arms
brandished by sovereign rights,
and justified by God's will,
those in power exact vengeance upon opposition,
those who claim rights and dare to question.
Each act of resistance a treasonous stance,
punishable by decimation by any means,
death a collateral acceptance,
a mere stepping stone to compliance,
and the stability of the regime.
Through whose eyes
does human suffering become meaningless,
a statistic without soul, dismissed without qualm,
and when did belief decide life or death,
in a so-called civilized world.
The regime lives on,
just as malicious, as evil and destructive,
and yet we allow them to continue,
to persecute, to oppress, to slaughter the innocent,
in no name shall human suffering be justified.
War can never be an answer.
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