Transgressions are made   while   cowards convey   with a demon's ear, fixed and set to   slay.      While the statue awaits   to be whittled   away   with a mock of a slogan hiding filth with fear.      Never to learn,   only to burn...and be burned.   Branded straight through slate,   clear as common day.      What shall be the mark to be made,   when we crush it   all to burn it down,   without sight, without sound?   Not   anything but a casualty forgotten in the ground.   A simple   shell, that's solemn still--without sight, without   sound.      Make a martyr,   a pedestal with ribbons of   slaughter.   Feed the altar,   stoke the fire it will take   over.      Ignore the cut... the skin with callus as well   as interest.   If all are reckless none is to profit,   none is to win it.      So who will pay for all the   tears,   all the lives, from either side?   All the years,   all the time of living blind   playing "God Deciding?"   And who will die next in line   for the lie, justified   for the rise of sitting high playing "God Deciding?"   And   who will walk away   from the rage and revenge?   Inhumane   consequence comes in time   playing "God Deciding."   And   who will fall in line to arrive,   out of sight and out of   mind?