Marked minds.
Marked as a great generation without feeling or luster.
Forgave but, never forgot what it was to their neighbor.
Who was he anyway, that so called speaker, A buster?
A term we no longer use to hide behind those in labor.
Laugh and you will! Reject and it will be too late.
Stand your ground or be trampled over by words.
Smile alone only to realize the meaning of "Fate."
I'll not explain what it is you think is absurd.
And I'll not sit by and watch everyone abolish Faith.
Who is it anyway, working diligently behind the scenes?
Who is it? Tell me! Adolescent children without Grace.
Have I over stepped my bounds in these simple things?
Honestly, I don't care if a single feeling is spared!
You threw out mercy from every church and house!
You tossed aside believing to a ministry running scared.
Tell me again, Who's right for igniting the fire you dowsed?
The self righteous indignant bastard that readily caved?
Or the one that stood and fought silently as you waved?
A.o.R.
