Backlash

Stuck inside a living nightmare,
where you can barely hear a scream.
Exposed to morbid horrors,
at an age where one should dream.

Ripped where one should ripen,
stripped, bruised and cold.
For a moment of sickening satisfaction,
such obscenities would unfold.

But these stories have been told before,
full of malice and of sin.
Guilt-driven parades are held,
hoping for change to begin.

Nothing ever begins,
while a hundred others meet their end.
Authorities crippled before power,
incapable of making amends.

The culprits roam free,
while trying to quickly shift the blame.
Blinded before evidence,
the voice of justice sealed without shame.

On the pride of our ancestors,
stand men without a spine.
Unable to lift even a stone,
much less oppose this heinous crime.

Someone lost a child,
a mother, a sister, someone dear.
Onlookers only stood in silence,
immobile with unreasonable fear.

Nothing will ever change,
when all we can do is stop and stare.
Primordial atrocities will never cease,
unless we start to truly care.

Tomorrow it could be you,
someone you love or know.
Isn’t safety for everyone,
the kind where one can learn and grow?

But our caretakers are blinded by power,
only lust and money in sight.
If you wish to protect those you love,
you must learn to stand up and fight.

Voices have barely made a difference,
loud enough only to pretend than act.
It’s time to do a lot more,
than sit behind a machine and react.