Would You? (poem)

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Would you let me kill you
because you’re small,
black,
white,
missing the right
genes,
because you fall
short of what I expect,
because I detect
no use in your existence,
because you’re young,
old,
frail,
show no resistance,
because you’re a child,
a woman,
a man?
Would you let me kill you
because I can?

 

“Promote the value of all life, regardless of stage of development, race, age, gender, or ability.” 

 

Image by debowscyfoto from Pixabay

“The Evil’s strong, the roots are running deep.”

Young Mother (Jeune mère)

Catch you off guard they will—do not repose!—
the pseudo truths that with a pleasant smile
mix their false righteousness with a large dose
of sugarcoated horrors, all the while
destroying those who have the courage to
refuse to drink their poison. This is it:
the sacred curtain has been torn in two,
Heaven awaits, so does the fiery pit.
“Choose you this day whom ye will serve” and fight
for what is worthy, beautiful. Defend,
my Soul, at all costs what is just and right,
never expect this deadly fight to end.
The Evil’s strong, the roots are running deep.
Behold: the brutal winds green valleys sweep.

©2018 Sasha A. Palmer, Sonnet #8 of the Heroic Crown of Sonnets

Image: Pierre-Auguste Renoir. Young Mother (Jeune mère), 1881. Oil on canvas, Overall: 47 3/4 x 33 3/4 in. (121.3 x 85.7 cm). BF15. Public Domain.