When Do We Call It Murder
This rhapsody of lies
With the soldiers coming for you,
they ask you for your papers,
you rummage through your letters
without the slightest clue.
They gather up the little ones
and carry them away,
you know how great the chances
they might last another day
When do we call it murder,
when do we see the truth,
at the end of the slaughter,
when it touches me and you?
Children die in the desert
running for their lives,
with their mothers prisoners,
and no place left to hide.
And the criminals run loose,
taking everything you have,
as if you have a choice
or words you understand.
When do we call it murder,
when do we see the truth,
at the end of the slaughter,
when it touches me and you?
The babies in the lung machines,
victims of the disease,
so easily prevented
by the simplest of vaccines.
You listen to Big Brother,
trust him with your lives,
until you uncover
their rhapsody of lies.
When do we call it murder,
when do we see the truth,
at the end of the slaughter,
when it touches me and you?
Whether it is Gazans, Ukrainians, Hispanics, or, perish the thought, Canadians or Greenlanders, the aged or the poor, it doesn’t stop there.
Don’t think that greed and lust for power are ever satiated. They are not. This is a disease that must addressed directly. 1984 = 2025. It won’t stop on its own. It must be resisted consciously and persistently.
Stop and read this book:
1984: 75th Anniversary
A New Introduction by Dolen Perkins-Valdez, author of , winner of the 2023 NAACP Image Award for Outstanding Literary…amzn.to
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