And they hid.
They hid behind their suits
and their money
and their status
and their titles
Wolves in sheep clothing
protected from all sides
They climbed down from their ivory towers
to call us criminals.
How do you fight violence peacefully?
How do you outsmart the wicked without force?
When they have no boundaries
how are you supposed to win
within the confines of imposed morality?
I ripped myself apart
Between right and wrong
Between the means and the end
While they drank to the demise of those
Burdened with a conscience.
This poem is inspired by the character of Eve from my upcoming book, which is the second part of The Stanhill Series. Until it’s out, you can catch up with her by getting Little Rebellion (The Stanhill Series, book 1).
Excellent. A poem for these times.
We are inching closer and closer to an authoritarian state a poignant poem