My Calling Poem by Thea Pound

Not so long ago,
There was an oath I swore,
That I would raise the people up,
And become judgement's sword;
That I would absolve the sins,
Of those who would atone,
Or absorb that person's evil,
Into my very bones.

Though I may become a scapegoat,
Or a pitiful sacrifice,
I cannot condone the existence,
Of one who takes a life.
I cannot turn my eyes away,
And just refuse to see,
The suffering of a human,
Denied their liberty.

If I am to serve true Justice,
My actions can't be bound,
By anything but the oath I swore;
I can never stand down.
Though some may cry hypocrisy,
At the actions I must take,
I can't and won't be made believe,
Hunting hunters is a mistake.

The news reports it each day,
The violence just increases;
How long must we wait to make a change?
Or should we just pick up the pieces?
It's never an easy path to walk,
But I'm used to my feelings warring,
And even if Righteousness comes at a price,
Such will always be my calling.