I Wait

I must give them Love, And Love only Can you stop me? Will you be ashamed of me, Or exasperated, angered, When my neutrality resembles bestilled water, Undrinkable, observing and flowing… As my choice becomes iced with silence, And non-action? Every atom screams, Hate them Speak your tumultuous mind With passion and purpose, Speak and forget your disillusioned place! Be their instrument of scorn, Break them down, These builders of fabricated walls These grabbers for attention These leeches latching onto Every power they can get— Feet planted in the swarms of stings Erected to last—to suffer vastly The sacrament of melancholia, let it Find you, And fill you with hate, Disgust—for their Impenetrable impotence! Break them down, With what you deem right A spirit sighs, says, Be a companion, Be a meek friend Be a listener, Let them speak, Do not be so quick to condemn Allow their hurt For how can you stop it? Just like you, How can they stop you, From feeling, silently feeling What they cannot grasp…? Just as you feel, Let them also feel, Let them be, Wait, just wait… Their hands clasp my throat in searing iron grip My eyes tear from the force, Blood collecting in my world-heavy head Do not be silent, they say! Speak, you proud, religious bigot! You are no better than I—nor him—nor she! Speak, for tomorrow you die… But I cannot even reason when you say…. Choose your way! Choose your way! They probe—they force—they complain, It is okay…it is okay…. I will not steer your life in the embodiment of my lens I can only give, I can only pray That the answers of truth will sooth your days…. I give them Love, and will the rest, That swear that the responsibility lies on me— I will the rest, To the shades of better trees Longing…. For their trunks to reach greater altitudes, And their voluptuous shade to spread upon These soiled, troubled souls The choice is not mine to make With love—with pain, I wait for His reign