Arise

I wrote this after seeing the Love146 video; researching child sex slavery revealed what a widespread and abhorent evil it is.
-Steph

Arise

With what is my heart burdened?

The careless and carefree days of youth

Have shifted like an eastern wind

Blowing away my naivety.



My eyes have opened and light has been shone

By the lanterns of the dead

Drifting along in their leaky pyres.

They call for me to see and perceive.



The darkness engulfs as they sail

Silently, faces plastered in everlasting screams.

They ought to pass serenely, with dignity

But my inactivity has enabled their pain.



The sparkle leaves my eyes as I see

The sheen of the angelic and lifeless.

Pain and despair etched into every crevice

Of their youthful faces.



If I shut my eyes and plug my ears

To silence the oppressed cries,

How can I continue to live while blind

And hands occupied?



It is a half life that we are living.

Filling my eyes with glittering gems to black out

The precious souls of the condemned.

Fill my ears with sweet organ songs

To drown the cries of the mutilated children.



Because I am too occupied with cant* worship

To act for those with no voice.



What good are lips without thoughts?

What good are voices without hands?

Lulled into complacency through decandence

We sit on our thrones, built with bones

Of the exploited, and pretend.



Modern hypocrites, acting the part

Of a lost soul redeemed.

The jig is up. The play is ended

And here we sit, on stage with no audience.



Arise children of God.

Pick up your armor and gird yourselves

With the sword and power of

The Almighty God.



Be moved as you act like you are.

Listen to the cries of the ghettos

Silenced by the serpent and minions.

The blame is on our shoulders.



A voice from within calls out to be heard.

Will we admonish her call and

Thereby anathematizing her wisdom?



“Arise you blessed ones and bless

The hands that wrought you.

Fight for His children.

Brandish your battering rams.

Augment your indignation.



“Move with the power entrusted to you.

Strip off your artifice and avarice.



“If you stand by the wayside and watch

As the murderers, philanderers and exploiters

Pass you by and yet make no move

To stop their endless parade

How can you claim to be of the vine

And slander the name of your God?



“How can you be so blind

To believe your hands are clean?



“The spots you can’t wash off.

The blood you cannot burnish

You are stained in ignorance and apathy.


Arise.”


*cant is not misspelled. It means 'feigned'.