They who cry as victims for the yes side hurl insults
truly heartless trying to remove the truth beginning and end
without compassion in how people choose to feel inwardly
it's a symbol of faith and love expired incorrectly un-natural ways
to cherish every life equally removing it's extreme value
underneath the word human existence has rights
we all know those not blinded by purity over hate
by the want to spill innocent blood opening slaughter houses
to butcher none other than innocent babies
at our doorstep where the majority of them will be condemned
as healthy little boys and girls so sad is the reality of it
As we hurl insults and accusations,
They who fearlessly swore to protect
Stare at death amidst hellfire.
As we try to pretend and comprehend,
They who bravely fought to live
Run from monsters in man's clothings.
While we continue to look in the past
They struggle in the present
Praying to their gods for a future.
Who are we to say what is right?
Who are we to decide what is wrong?
We let the past haunt us,
Chain us, preventing us to move on.
Making us fear our very own shadows.
We know nothing of their fear.
Their pain. Their suffering. Their loss.
Who are we to pretend otherwise?
We fight for things we shouldn't do
Rather than things that what we must.
Is this really what we have become?
What happened to the wise?
What happened to the hope?
We continue to scream for freedom
As we condemn those fighting for it.
Those keeping the cages away.
Why must we use our words to hurt
And not to heal the wounds of war?
The pain, the suffering, the loss?
What did we do to ourselves?
We were supposed to be a nation
Regardless of the sea that separates us.
What monsters are we running from?
What monsters have we become?
It confuses me when you claim
to understand what i want
yet you are the one who hardens
my life and makes me go mad
It confuses me when you say
that you love and cherish them
yet you hurl insults and beat them up
without even pitying their dear lives
It confuses me when you laugh,praise me
and show loyalty when im with you
but talk crap about me to anyone
you will come across
It confuses me when you shed painful tears
and lament because of injustice
yet you are the one who remains behind
when we are all sharpening our swords for war
It confuses me when you call yourself
blessed and God fearing
yet you are the same one who walks in the dark
stealing from the poor and plotting evil against people
Gethsemane's fragrance soothes our Lord,
In prayer He kneels and rends His Heart.
He pleads for mercy but His hour has come,
Our chalice to be drunk, consumed by the Word.
Led away to the dungeon cell,
Cold and stark, prepared for hell;
Stripped and striped, the bell
Of death sounds its knell.
Weak and exhausted, the robe
Of a King adorns His Grace,
The Crown of Thorns spike His face.
Mockery and spittle leave their trace.
Through narrow ways, along pebbled stone
The Victorious beam He bears for all,
The crowd hurl insults, hear his groan,
They smite His Cross of gall.
Nailed and humiliated, cries of pain,
Hoisted high, feeling the strain,
Crushed for love, for all to see,
This mortal man of deity.
It may have not been meant, when you said,
"I never really loved you" in that tone.
But let me tell you this, "I was wounded!"
The audacity, though by anger, to say that!
Words can certainly cut deeper than a knife,
especially from the mouth of a loved one.
So, please think before you say and do.
Please also act, instead of reacting.
When we share anger, I promise, too,
to allow my love to shine through
even though it's enveloped by a dark cloud.
May we never hurl insults or try to hurt,
because scars remain.
I love you always.
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