I wrote a poem
NOT ON MY WATCH
How can they kill innocence in the name of their peace, when their peace has been built on the blood of the innocence.
They talk of their rights as the chosen people of God while cutting down children to get their hands on some sod.
They tell us our place as their servants on Earth, Yet it goes over your heads like a wave in the surf.
So you play your part in their oppression through ignorance, even though if you look you will see all the evidence.
But are you to blame for the part that you play, even though in law your as guilty as day.
For if you don't stop the wrong in all that you see, in the words of the righteous you will never be free.
At the end of the day, its your soul on the line. It is your choice to say that everything is just fine.
And though you will know what you know to be true, with doing nothing at all your sun will turn blue.
You will loose what it means to have good on your side. And when judgement day comes you'll run and you'll hide.
You will beg for mercy saying I didn't know, but deep in your heart you know you help sow.
Those seeds of destruction for your children and theirs, but still you'll make excuses like no one else cared.
But that will not help you when your judgement day comes. You will feel the pain of those murdered by scum.
So do yourself a favour and look all around, then do what you can and all will be sound.
For we are the guardians of the future to be. And it is up to us to make sure that they will be free.
(If any one was wondering what sod is, its soil) ~ Nxxxxxxs Sxxxxxr