Do you recognise the truth as it is spoken?
Quia multi sumis.
Evil draws on the body politic with a razor,
And the mediocrity roars its approval.
So many of the lions have been dragged down by jackals,
that we have become afraid to be counted,
not even as defenders of their memory.
Legion whispers in your ears.
Feeds you your daily dose of excuse,
“Pride is a sin,
and the pain of its death is fleeting”
So you allow his hand, soft with the blood of innocents,
to turn your face from the killing ground.
Pain is fleeting, but agony endures.
If not you then who?
I wonder who shall speak for you,
when the jackals climb your tree.
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