We are silent we are still - The world’s moral certitudes and foibles

Tak, tak, tak, tak goes the gun in a raid of the dawn,
Ahh, Ahh, screams the child into fractured world born,
Shredded a body another life torn; rhyming’ old news,
So what’s so good with today’s? running from the real blues?
A recession of compassion; inaction for gold: a silencing transaction,
Silence falls on fields of killing; we lie in our pity, sticky and shitty the despair,
The answers we are taught; ranging from don’t know to can’t care,
I know I would play my part if I knew where to start; would I?
I know something of the pain around but how to give in, how to die?

Many beyond the overflow line; sickened dining on these old platitudes,
We’ve needed something wider, deeper His unattainable beatitudes
Demanding another to play our game; the same death creeps in,
Allowing His goodness to bring only shame; the blame we spin,
When we are uncomfortable; our culture threatened,
We are loud and hate-filled; love easily abandoned,
But when the straight evil of theft, rape and murder elsewhere comes to kill,
When hunger steals another and war a thousand more; then we are silent then we are still.
“If you want to serve the age, betray it.”