What evil hides in the heart of man, what scourge of deed released on the weak in the name of verse. Through the passing of eons millions have died, all in the name of a prophet or sage. Domination of others, even of like mind, only for the gain of a few. The elixir of control brings the strongest of cruelty from their depraved minds. Though evil is apparent, in full view of all, many cry out for calm and understanding.
All do not share in these deeds, blame cannot be blanketed. Yet as a whole, they stand by as sons and daughters are perverted in their thoughts, groomed for future death by their own hands. Never do they voice as one, never do they purge their twisted brethren from their midst. Where does their moral compass point?
Shall we stand by as thousands die, sacrificed to a viewpoint shared by the few? Shall we restrict them to their homelands and allow hatred to grow, the strong to succeed? Words and kind deeds allow some to feel empowered, giving strength to ideals. Words and deeds mean nothing to those who want only power, a sign of weakness to those who want control over all.
To those who say we must do something, we must have compassion for those who suffer. We must at least try to find common ground, a way to comfort the weak. Bring them here they say, show them the kindness of a civilized society. Yet thousands sleep in the streets that we don’t help, millions have no work to sustain a meager lifestyle and must rely on the taxes of others.
To the politicians I say, what about us? What about those that make this country work? What about OUR poor huddled masses? Shall we continue to allow thousands to cross the border unchecked? Who is supporting them? What are they going to contribute to this country? What’s the magic number? How many can we sustain through the sweat of those who pay in? How much more debt can this country carry before we collapse? Where does your moral compass point?