24 Mar 2016 – Resistance

What puppet-master, pulling strings unseen,
decrees we minions dance in lives demeaned
and dirty, swaying to the drum of hate,
unquestioning the grounds of all debate?

I’ve heard the words that makes the whole world reel,
and asked, as you have, if such rabid zeal
will snuff the lights and bring the night stars down?
A rising flood of madness – will we drown?

Take hope, my friends, the end has not yet come!
You must not join their dancing when they drum!
So long as you still cling and trust the light
the day persists, and it is not yet night!