To the Beast
The faces of grief,
is that what you seek?
To see the tears,
to instill the fears.
To cause unrest,
to prove your the best.
Your way or no way,
no common ground.
Just remember this song,
as the trumpets sound.
Ages ago,
you were told
"LET MY PEOPLE GO"
Widespread you cause the fear,
to those I hold so dear;
'LET MY PEOPLE GO"
You prey upon the weak,
make war against the meek:
"LET MY PEOPLE GO"
With a mouth bent on destruction,
you dole out vain instruction:
"LET MY PEOPLE GO"
Power give you to those who love greed,
leaving empty the cup of those in need;
"LET MY PEOPLE GO"
To those who serve you lies you speak,
their flesh to feed the vultures beak;
"LET MY PEOPLE GO"
Your disease is terminal,
your end inevitable;
"LET MY PEOPLE GO"
"JUST LET MY PEOPLE GO"
FCdN/042700
How is it that the caterpillar which once
crawled upon the earth, sprouts wings,
takes flight, then dances upon the wind?
If the lowly starfish has the power to
regenerate a lost limb; why and how is it
that we should limit the Being
who created the starfish?
Why, do we ask why?
FCdN
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"Do you remember killing me, my friend?
Surely you must?
I was just eight days old.
But then why should you remember me, just one of the many children you have slaughtered?
But I was wrapped in a nice new blue blanket.
You still don't remember me?
I was being carried in the market by my mother.
You murdered her too.
Of course you don't remember, there are so many bodies, so many lives you have ended.
Not you, you say?
Why, it was you that paid for the missile that took my life, don't you remember?
It came from the tax you paid.
Do you remember now?
Money you regretted paying, because you need something else in your life.
Some gadget or toy.
You remember, you paid the wages of the man that aimed the missile at our market that day?
You voted for the man that gives him his orders.
The man you asked to protect you from me and my mother and the other million or so that you have slaughtered.
Do you still not recall?
I had a given name, but you know me as "collateral damage".
Remember, you were gifting us your democracy that day?
Your democracy of depleted uranium.
Or was it in self defence that you murdered me?
Or was it revenge for something I didn't do, years before I was born, knew nothing of in my innocence?
You tell me: Which just cause slammed my body into the dirt?
Did you think of me today as you went about your life, my friend?
Did you wonder what I might have become had you not slaughtered me?
Had not smashed my soft bones and crushed the new life from me?
Did you talk of me with your family?
Mention my murder to a colleague?
Spare me a thought as you filled your car at the station, ate your evening meal, watched T.V., tucked your children into bed?
Did you see my face today?
Did you wash my blood from your hands today?
It's still there, my friend, and always will be.
Did you pray to your God today?
Did you do anything to stop this murder today?
Did you protest? Did you march? Did you withhold your tax? Did you rage against the slaughter of innocents?
Did you spare just a passing thought for me today, my friend?
Remember I had a name?
My name was collateral damage. I was eight days old. Wrapped in a blue blanket.
And you killed me. Don't you remember?"
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