Who Are You

Who Are You What is your name? Is it a crime to speak it out, loud? Will someone come, from somewhere to here… because we are too piercing, even as we whisper? The name of God. The holy name of the Lord. Places they kill you just to breathe, the air of a new idea. Love over hate, Weapon-ized by deceivers that draw out, those they can beat on, in front of others. The world watches, as many are marched away. Cells waiting, what else is in store? Death surely. Silence the voice, of truth, before others hear. Keep it in a box, so all will fear. You are foolish. It is like water and finds a way. You can not stop the living stream. It moves across the land, one soul to another, Until “He” comes. Those unready, will drown. Written, thinking of Hong Kong. Prayers for those that were marched off into the darkness. China ... all eyes are upon you... You rose on the backs of others, now we will see, if you mean to break them, or thank them?