Dead Flowers

Dead Flowers      6/2/2017

After the fact

Some will bring flowers

And sing songs

Heads in their hands

And sobbing. 

Others may change

Their cover photo

Light up buildings

Or make altruistic

Statements lofty

And smug. 

The same old song

And the same old dance

Minds made foggy with propaganda

And ritualistic sacrifice.

But others will dance

And give out candy

Celebrating death

And senseless carnage.

Impervious to argument

And immune to compassion

The killers of the innocent

Slaughtered with glee.

How long

Do we sleep?

And how long

Will good remain silent?

And afraid. 

Glued to a screen

And shouting at the TV

Bombarded by hypocrisy

And outrageous lies.

Numbed to the latest atrocity

And distracted by liars

Desperately seeking to hide

The horrific truth. 

But if you don’t know it now

Then you might be lost

Asleep to the end

And dead to rights. 

But we who see

And those who still might

Were made for this moment

To either stand for truth

Or hide in the covers.

Let them cry

And let them talk

Always ready

To die in false virtue.

While we grimly know

What it is

That we see

The final persecution

Written in blood.