Who

Do you recognise the truth as it is spoken?

Legion whispers,

Quia multi sumis.

Evil draws on the body politic with a razor,

And the mediocrity roars its approval.

Have so manyof the lions have been dragged down by jackals,

that we now have become afraid to stand up and be counted?

Even as defenders of their memory.

Legion whispers,

“Pride is a sin,”

“and the pain of its death is fleeting”

He spoon feeds you,

your daily dose of excuse.

And you allow his hand,

so soft with the blood of innocents,

to turn your face from the killing ground.

The truth is,

that pain is fleeting,

but the agony of loss endures.

Pray you do not  forget what is lost,

Fore then who shall bear witness?

Then who shall speak for those unable?

If not you, then who?

More, I wonder who shall be left to stand for you,

when the jackals climb your tree.