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

A Radical Idea… Freedom



I question their purpose
In challenging the moment
Their continence hate
The people of fate

Anti truth they purport
As they create their facade
Of the their own darkness
Projecting it, creating it

Ever evil manifested
An image recreated again.. and again
The shadow of life, antithesis of light
In monstrous presence, to intimidate

Their word kill apparent to end debate
They believe this tactic new
Actions to late to matter
Announcing true nature in oral hate

They come like Denizens of the dark
To steal the resolve of the strong
Kill the free heart in a deluge of the idiots peril. Logic lacking the rely on blood letting

To silence the bold spirit
To eliminate the resistant will
As the bulwark maintains the line
The past testified the persistent message

Our fathers words echo clear
From that dark fate survived
They call to us to remember
The legacy they left
Behind
And the price they paid
For our
Lives.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

Lost



Painted Graffiti on histories page
The statues have been pull down
As smoke of Insurrection, black as night
reaches the sky
A constant droning over loud speakers slogans
and vitriolic words echo through the city’s canyons
More pain, death for a lie..
The past on display in flags and banners
A failed idea, brought to life
No protection, as the demons break windows
And, beat car drivers that dared to drive onto
their roadway
Loot stores in the name justice
Kill in the name of peace
Accusation of the innocent
Silence opposition
Wear a mask to avoid the condemnation
of their actions
Hate is evident
The people faced the evil their
leader’s embraced
Life or death a moment away
A tear fell to ground
A great Republic’s existence
Stands in the balance
Succeed, their children will know liberty
Fail, their generations are
Lost

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe