The Unspoken Words Poem by shimon weinroth

I am not courageous, nor am I vengeful
it just seems so much easier, to let it go
pass me by, forget,
sidestepping confrontations, is my dance of dignity

why get involved, it's beneath my code,
then in retrospect, I claim, peaceful responsibility
I look back at lanes and roads, boulevards,
row on row of justifications,

my future is full of safe, flatlands
without traffic signs, of hindsight,
for I chose not to speak out

when my children asked
where were you when it happened,

I did it for you and security,
and it was too tough to speak out
I took the wrong turn,
my cowardice is to blame,

afraid of pain,
I did nothing and succumbed