you have been sacrificed,
and to what end?
Change?
How long a ponderance has it been since the undoing of the covenant between innocence, duty, and unconditional love.
Perhaps the final unraveling of decency and hope.
And long before your deaths, and long after, how long is the dispatchment of thousands upon thousands of brothers and sisters.
Upon the altar of violence,
your deaths sparked an awakening,
a small flame that burns bright admist the overshadowing darkness of twisted ideologies.
Will it grow bright to outshine the evil of our land,
or will it be snuffed out before another countryman dies for no reason?
I fear the altar of violence will forever remain,
entrenched,
as a byproduct of a society that is fearful of the monsters it creates.
For anyone who utters change, there can only be resentment,
for there is no acknowledgement of the truth about life.
Most certainly, not the truth about the land upon which the altar of violence stands.
