Undoing Atrocity

How can you live with the things that you’ve done?
How do you greet the day now the precious star is spent?
Denied birth of a rising sun.
She emitted rays – she could have shone hope, lit up the dark places we keep inside;
That which the pain only serves to highlight.
Is it in me too?
This feral abomination!
Do iron jaws crush and clamp?
Incisors glistening, crazed by the scent.
Now a thousand pummelling knives, and a thousand accusing eyes ravage her insides – and what for?
For primeval force? Base instincts obeyed at expense of human laws.
Controlled by savagery, the animalistic mentality –
As one we are accountable, as one we are vulnerable –
But in packs we roam the dirt like dogs,
Shoulder to shoulder, invincible.
How can you live with the things that you’ve done?
By questionable means obtain respect,
Through fear extract obedience, only to show not one ounce of regret –
Not one drop of humility. But it’s not paint on your hands – this is real.
It’s in you – and you granted its demands – is it in me too?
This ruthless aspect of being,
Answering the pleas from the belly below of ethnocentric fallacy? No!
Answer to humanity, answer to the human cries.
For supremacy, children beheaded, for poorly produced lies.
All lies – those lives tortured beyond vile dimensions so your DNA survives.
You chose to relinquish control, but your choices now make no odds,
The damage is done to damaged goods.
How can you undo atrocity?
This is the day benevolence dies.
Remember Rwanda
Remember
How we did nothing.