I stand at a precipice
Between a new genesis
A chance to rewrite
To cause the night
To finally fall over the scene
And the day to rise on a world that’s clean.
Or not
To only work to unravel a knot
On a rope that might be best to cut
So we may all be free from the gut
Of a beast
But what would that entail
To slay the dragon without fail
I might be able to garner some with a clever verse
But others will certainly rise to deliver a curse
Against me and my kin
As if we were the only ones with sin
Fellow countryman and family
Who claim to be so nattily
Will treat us like a calamity
To their sacred reality
But their world isn’t so pure
And though they try to obscure
The centuries of torment they inflicted
The peoples they evicted
The behaviors they restricted
And the souls they conflicted
We know, we remember
So what if we cut ties
Allow the bonds to die
Play the devil to their god
And finally break the rod
They have struck us with
For in enacting our coups
What exactly do we lose?
And yet that voice whispers
“No, no, mend the fissures
Don’t strive for exemption,
But rather redemption”
I don’t know the source
Of the voice directed to reinforce
My hesistation
Does it belong to the god of the faith I’ve abandoned?
Memories of people I have long forgotten?
Regardless, I have listened
And now I’m tempted
Maybe wrongs can be mended
Without the society at fault ended
Maybe, for the people who are hostile
It is worthwhile
To try to bring them into the fold
Once they are told
Our list of grievances
Our systems aren’t inflexible
And as we reach the pinnacle
Of our strength
Then perhaps, after this struggle of great length
The world would be better
Still, plenty of people thought the same
And though it is justice they exclaim
Did they ever achieve an ultimate victory?
Give the wrongs a final valedictory?
No they didn’t, the sins still precipitate
The new form, our actions facilitate.
What is this voice anyway, an evil angel or a righteous devil?
Bent on lowering me to an acceptable level
Where I’m choked by civility
My virility replaced by docility.
So the world can go on unchallenged, as I’m expected to embrace futility.
Nay, Nay I say
But yet, I’m astray
And left with a choice
On what to do with my voice.
Do I advocate merely change, or a society’s annihilation?
Do I pursue redemption, or a final solution?
Am I for reform, or revolution?
