“No Change in Inaction”
Moral maladies spread far and wide
With nary an end in sight
For the endless onslaught that chases after all which is good.
There is, however, hope in sight
Not by inactivity of self, but rather by independent action
Take up arms, not against, but with your fellow man
See the greater evil and organize.
Those that embargo on one’s rights to freedom,
Liberty, self determination, and happiness
Are as useful to the population,
as cow manure.
To truly acquiesce change
People must be hurt
Things must be broken
Lives must be taken.
If the world is so enshrined
In a quagmire of hatred and pain
That hurting those causing the pain
Is deemed as “just as violent”,
I’d sooner die than abide by such childish beliefs.
