Which Side Are You On? Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

My eyes there burning.
What I see can never be.
Monsters, stifling images.
Fear, taking its firm grip.
Don't let go.
Never let go.
Frozen in shock, counter stock.
Busted up and for what?
Pride, a sad little ego.
Filter out all the sounds tell me what it is you still hear.
The shaking, the vibrating, the quivering arrow that is still flying.
Aiming for your heart.
Take you out.
A needle with a bitter poison dipped.
An aggressive intensional trip.
Ankle sprained, but body still unharmed.
Tell me does it yet disappoint.
In the anger of the night.
The blood is very conscience on my hands.
It knows who it is.
It knows who it isn't.
Tell me who is really pretending.
An actor in mocking.
Earning his hanging stocking.
If I could only say I put him there.
A place, a monument set in a case.
In what honor, in what distaste.
Cruelties revelations.
A bloody discourse.
A soured remorse.
A desecration of the holy corpse.
How could you?
Disgusting, nothing could be more shameful.
The revenge taking out on those who can no longer move.
Somebody is definitely to blame.
And I blame you.
Yes your that kind of fool.
I blame you.
Hitting my head with a pigeons stool.
How could you?
To what level do you stop to stoop.
An organized regroup.
A reformation, a reorganization of the same attack.
The same urge, to hate and destroy.
The thoughts of marching on the entire world.
It starts with these city streets.
It starts with my death and defeat.
A standing in line holding hands know this is probably the end.
But still the power is strong.
The sense of duty overwhelming.
The vanity of death, is humbling to even us.
In all her glory tonight we become the sacrifice.
The martyrs in the thousands.
The only thing standing between a dictator and his rightful place.
Not picking up a single arms, for it won't mean the end or cause his men to disarm.
There is no need to sound off the alarm, we all knew someone was gonna get in his way and somebody was gonna die.
What nobody expected was the lack of fight.
A lack of physical violence.
A peaceful resistance.
Caging and imprisoning.
Banners yet waving, trying to stop this enslaving.