by doing nothing, you’re doing something
you’re contributing to the pain
you’re complicit in the lies and the silence
and you mean well and mean well
peace is not reached by leaning back
and shouting my hands are clean
I’ll wait it out, I don’t know, I can’t tell
peace is not reached when what you do
is thinking only about yourself in a moment of crisis
when your character and integrity are tested
and you muted yourself and waited for a better deal
peace is not reached when what you don’t do
harms others directly or indirectly
your voice is stuck in cowardly comfort zones
fearful and barely existent
what do you care about
why didn’t you tell me
why didn’t you tell me
no, I say to you tell me what you would have done
decency and courage seem a waste of time to too many people
but then they all show up when tragedy occurs
save it
save me from your poor souls
save me from your state of minds
your spinelessness and lack of solidarity
I could splash your face with my blood
and you’d still ask yourself how much would the right thing cost me
if you can’t fight for yourself
you can’t fight for others
Croque-Melpomene 