We Are Silent, We Are Still

Tak, tak, tak, tak goes the gun; in a raid of the dawn. Ahh, Ahh screams the child, into fractured world born. Shredded: a body, another life torn. Rhyming' old news. So what's so good about today's? Running from the real blues? A recession of compassion; inaction for gold: a silencing transaction. Silence falls on fields of killing. We lie in our pity: sticky and shitty the despair. The answers we are taught; range from don't know- to don't care. I know I would play my part if I knew where to start ...would I? I know something of the pain around but how to give in? How to die? So many beyond the overflow line, sickened; dining on these old platitudes. We've needed something wider, deeper. His unattainable beatitudes Demanding another to play the game; the same death creeps in. Allowing His goodness to bring only shame. The blame we spin. When we are uncomfortable, our culture threatened. We are loud and hate-filled, love easily abandoned. But when the straight evil of theft, rape and murder elsewhere comes to kill. When hunger steals another and war a thousand more. Then we are silent then we are still. "If you want to serve the age, betray it."