A Questioning for Change

What did you say

when the ink was etched into the skin of many,

pale, fragile, souls locked away for a difference in belief?

What did you feel

when the two mechanical beasts in the sky light,

low, and lean, stabbing the two peaks, falling like a leaf?

Are you the one

when finally seeing love in this violent, atrocious world,

deny its existence from a fault of birth, like a theif?

I cannot change a fault that has been here since the death of Abel.

Violence, hatred, disgust, all started with a label,

yet we are not objects, don't treat us as one,

Love as brothers, sisters, daughters, and sons.

But...

Easier said

than done...