
Perhaps they prefer
Victims to remain Faceless
I’m resisting such
Facing Forward

Perhaps they prefer
Victims to remain Faceless
I’m resisting such
Huddled upon the floor
Sobbing and bleeding,
Raging flesh’s brutality
Crushes another. Yet
That is not enough. No.
We demand to know
Why this overwhelming force
Was courted, sought. Insanity.
Compassion, perhaps,
Died. Revive it I shall.