What will we do on that day? That day is here.
For Pastor Martin Niemoller (1892 – 1984)
the hushed rage of prejudice rejoices in triumphant pomp and hateful ceremony,
the silent dagger of complicit racism plunges deep into the soul of a world bereft of hope,
the long knife of embraced apathy twists and turns,
perhaps we’ll open our opaque eyes,
and perhaps then we’ll open our sewed-up mouths,
and perhaps only then will we whimper in mock shock and startled surprise,
the festering hate that spirals around us,
in the fertile minds of quasi-religious bigotry,
and speaks in the loudest baritone.
we wish it all away,
there will come that time when the lines are drawn,
when the purest hearts of silently smiling bigotry will hold the world in their sway,
with their cherubic, agreeable arguments sprinkled with pieces of fact that will kill, rape…
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