God Deciding

Transgressions are made

while

cowards convey

with a demon's ear, fixed and set to

slay.

While the statue awaits

to be whittled

away

with a mock of a slogan hiding filth with fear.

Never to learn,

only to burn...and be burned.

Branded straight through slate,

clear as common day.

What shall be the mark to be made,

when we crush it

all to burn it down,

without sight, without sound?

Not

anything but a casualty forgotten in the ground.

A simple

shell, that's solemn still--without sight, without

sound.

Make a martyr,

a pedestal with ribbons of

slaughter.

Feed the altar,

stoke the fire it will take

over.

Ignore the cut... the skin with callus as well

as interest.

If all are reckless none is to profit,

none is to win it.

So who will pay for all the

tears,

all the lives, from either side?

All the years,

all the time of living blind

playing "God Deciding?"

And who will die next in line

for the lie, justified

for the rise of sitting high playing "God Deciding?"

And

who will walk away

from the rage and revenge?

Inhumane

consequence comes in time

playing "God Deciding."

And

who will fall in line to arrive,

out of sight and out of

mind?