An Impossible Task (Words Reach Where Bullets Cannot Go...) Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

How can this fight be worth fighting
When the task seems impossible?
When I’m fighting human nature
And my goal seems implausible...

My first step was the first stanza
Of what was only a poem.
But then one became two and it’s
No longer merely a poem

I’d written some essays as well,
Researching and trying to see
How to continue with my task
And to find where it’s leading me.

I must accept small victories,
Realize that each life is worthwhile.
That contending with slavery
And discouraging pedophiles

Makes me some mighty enemies
Who will use both silver and lead
To suborn those who’d be allies...
Resistors end up raped or dead!

Judging a man by his enemies
Might be a fallacy in my case
But I have never ignored the pleas
Of others or taken them as slaves

I brandish my pen as if a sword
Was gripped by my callused hand instead,
Carrying our bright banner forward,
Optimistic as we forge ahead.

Every word is a victory,
Words that are meant to be repeated,
They become part of our history,
A cry that remains undefeated,

Words reach where bullets cannot go,
Once heard, they can be repeated
So it seems that there’s an echo,
Free minds cannot be defeated

I’m not preaching a religion,
This should transcend differences,
A message meant to reach regions
And people of many faiths whence

Will come the outrage that they need
For them to protect their children,
Or else their extinction’s complete
When they lose them and their women!