Believe
all accusers,
because no one sets out
to intentionally damage
someone's reputation;
assume they're
truthful.
Believe
all accusers.
We must rally around
victims brave enough to speak out
against sexual assault;
any kind of...
abuse.
Believe
all accusers,
no matter the gender.
Really? Guys, too? Oh yes, guys, too.
Any breathing human;
in all shapes and
sizes.
Believe
all accusers
so they don't continue
to suffer in silence; afraid...
to give voice to their plight;
so they don't fall...
silent.
Believe
all accusers;
support fuels their courage,
doubt ensures their resignation;
powerless to evolve
from victims to...
victors.
(Heptastich)
Date written: 06/24/2021
Categories:
accusers, encouraging, people, perspective,
Form: Verse
(Mary Custis was the wife of Robert E. Lee.
Union forces captured her ante-bellum
mansion in what is now Arlington Cemetery
and defiled it, because it was the only thing
of Lee's they could get their hands on.)
Suppose you kill Gaddafi and Hussein,
or sad old Nazis, huddled in the dock.
So what exactly do you think you gain?
Your own humanity is what you mock,
not them. The winners stringing-up the losers
can not be right. You heap your fury on
the halt and helpless. Beggars can’t be choosers,
but winners can. (Why not Ben-Gurion?)
Put Karadzic before a firing-squad
for spite, or just to entertain the flock,
but don’t disguise the ugly thing your lust is.
Don’t talk of Law, or Liberty, or God.
Go rape the home of absent Mary Custis,
if rape you must. Don’t dress it up as Justice.
Categories:
accusers, judgement,
Form: Sonnet
Where are you're accusers?
I looked around
"There's no one left,
just stones upon the ground
They turned away
and left me, one by one."
He took my hand and smiled,
"Your freedom's won!"
That's how I feel right now,
if truth be told
The moral of this story
shines like gold
I think of those who meant
to cause me pain
they wrote the words
that brought the tears like rain
And though they bowed me low,
I did not break
the test of time I stood
My pride at stake
Where are your accusers?
I look around
there is no trace of them
there's not a sound
and time bears witness
to this age old creed:
"Accusers must disperse...
accused be freed!
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
accusers, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Verily I say unto you dear child, the time shall come has now arrived....
Wherein Our Father from heaven shall neither be worshiped atop this mountain
Nor any other place: for His beauty is seeking they whom shall worship Him ?
In Spirit and truth ~ Love's finger tracing these signs a drop of blood unto her dust.
Categories:
accusers, beauty, light, love,
Form: I do not know?