In silence, pondering
The lost wonder
Lost innocence of
A life forced into survival
To struggle against those
Sworn to protect
Sworn to represent
Their black hearted betrayal
A mockery of the past
The honored dead mocked
As legacy gives way to ideology
And plot overcomes decency
The barbarians pillage
Rape and murder
As leaders sip champaign
And toast their sedition
Behind walls, they say, are racist edifices
To defend the border but not their interests
Money begets greed
Power begets treason
Drunk on the blood of the innocent
They revel in their intellect
Congratulate their narcissistic agenda
Genocide wets their appetites
As they wage war on humanity
Their dreams of conquest
Warm their psychopathic hearts
Death being their mantra
As they pledge to Luciferic oaths
They burn the world
And cheer the chaos
As a fitting end to
The race called
Man
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Genocidal Justification
Lost in ideology
Hypothetical hypocrisy
Holding your moral flag high
In the face of righteous indignation
To justify misdeeds in the name of societal solidity
As calls for genocide are framed as righteous
But, only if it’s one sided
We are left to ponder the value of a people
Or a thought that can so easily justify
Bloodshed in the name of a religion
While discounting an entire people
Terror from on high or terror in the streets
What constitutes morality if you can use those you represent as a ward against retribution?
If life means so little how can you claim
A moral superiority?
To create the very bloodshed of the ones
You claim to defend, are you the really protecting anyone at all?
Accept your own agenda?
People reduced to cattle to be herded, used
Their lives nothing but expendable for political gains.
Tell me how your cause is just as you murder, hurt, rape and maim
You attack , then blame victims for your actions
Narcissistic to the extreme
As you gaslight the world to agree
That your barbarism was justified
As you demonize those you brutalized
Toxic in the extreme
Like an abusive spouse shouting to justify your means
You only show the true darkness in your souls
As the victims fight back you can’t
Hold your moral high ground
And trumpet your righteous actions
When first it was their blood you spilled on the ground.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
