Blind To Inhumanity

Just my thoughts on the subject ...

Blind To Inhumanity

O evil deceiver of many credulous men of clay

How you cataract inverted eyes to honesty

Projecting only metaphors of self-centeredness

And clouding visions of this world’s atrocities

My blood runs cold at beseeching victims’ cries

Subjected to an overlaying of loud murmurings

Purporting accounts of inhumanities are bogus

Even when devastating truth proves otherwise

Global rhetoric protestation does not save lives

Nor does it slash cruel bindings of oppression

Intervention through extreme tactical measures

May be one avenue to resolve patent immorality

Subjugation of the meek is the price we will forfeit

If we choice to stand inactive against demonic foes

So we now must exercise our inner consciousness

To apply positive actions of constructive support

One drop of rain when united with infinitely more

Can produce a raging torrent and powerful force

Just as collective voices can influence outcomes

If all are willing to hold to account the perpetrators

Copyright @ Phillozofee 2018

Reviews

[barleygirl]

You've nailed it . . . and it takes quite a bit of power & intensity to equal the topic about which you write. There's another writer here at the Café, from Syria, writing powerfully about how it feels to be writing poetry in the middle of being bombed: Salar Majak . . .
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1220897/
Not to overshadow your well-expressed poem here, which is exactly as powerful as the writing I'm referring you to, it reminded me of it, since your authentic empathy & outrage is very powerful. Thanks for saying what I've felt for a long time, that the world's approach to Syria is horribly shameful (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Emma]

Global rhetoric protestation does not save lives
Couldn't have been said better. I'm sure so many share in this feeling that something must be done, but we are lost in any way to resolve anything, so we must try through whatever means are available to us. I was literally reading today a play called 'The Jungle' which was a controversial play put on a couple of years ago by the Old Vic confronting governments with stories written by 2 volunteers from the Calais Jungle, it was heart wrenching, and I hope that they had some knock on effect of views. Just like this poem, it is getting out our support and praying enough voices will 'produce a raging torrent'.

[Einstein Noodle]

i just finished reading a new book by Dean Koontz called "Whispering Room" about a group of self described elites who implanted nano technology into humans to subjugate and eradicate evil in all ... hoping of course for peace on earth ... of course it did not work ... your poem touches my hart strings ...the pic is of course heart breaking ... i am guessing it is recent and in Syria ...or Palestine ... no matter ... innocent children suffer ... participants suffer ... onlookers suffer ... sitting in my home safe and well protected i am grateful for the solution of joining with like minded people wanting peace ... if the battle were next door i would pick up arms in defense ...funny how when things get close to home that can change ;( collective voice is powerful ...i am turned to prayer for Almighty Spiritual help in the resolution to our fighting one another but i sadly remain jaded :( your voice is loud and clear .. very emotive poetry ..relevant, social commentary stabs my conscience ... vivid colorful language ..breaks my heart
E.

[Great Aunt Astri]

very interested in your comments here. I have written a story about what you describe in the book 'Whispering room'. But I can't think of a satisfactory ending.

[Einstein Noodle]

Dean's has some resolution but heads into "the rest of the story" ;) so waiting on "The Crooked Staircase" and our heroine's next and ongoing adventure

[Great Aunt Astri]

glad the heroine is a 'she'. I must read it.

[Einstein Noodle]

:) ...................

[Pete]

a strong sense of outrage comes through loud and clear. speak softly & carry a big stick perhaps. when enough is enough, banding together with the momentum to affect change, so many become so loud that they can no longer be silenced or ignored. a social responsibility and resolve needed to protect those who cannot protect themselves. great write with a conscience ...

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. The world had gone mad.
"One drop of rain when united with infinitely more
Can produce a raging torrent and powerful force
Just as collective voices can influence outcomes
If all are willing to hold to account the perpetrators "
The above lines are hopeful. Are they possible? I would stand with a billion people for peace, no hate and every child safe. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote