Flinch at the thought of blood shed by innocents.
Sit on the fence, unsure of what is right and oh so very wrong.
Avert my eyes from the horrors that thread the fabric of our nation.
Paving a never-ending road with hidden intentions and good will.
Stone after stone after stone.
One tyrant after another.
Monsters of our own creation.
We elevate you, only to bring you down.
But you don’t break.
Who pays the price of liberation?
It’s your children, and your mothers and your men .