It makes sense
to me
that when one man
dares to dream,
but to truly do so,
and dares to act
upon his hopes
from a place of power,
the evil forces
of the world
cannot stand for it.
Negative seeds
must swiftly grow
into their full form,
bursting forth
to choke
out the voice
with the audacity
to speak firmly
and definitively
against age-old hatred
and ignorance.
Of course,
such wickedness
could not show itself
openly,
for its strength
is in its apparent non-existence,
its penchant
for felling
the first domino
and then sitting back
at a safe distance
to delight
in the destruction.
What have you accomplished
with your assassin’s bullet?
Many more voices
are born
out of one
that is silenced
through weakness
given life in violence.
Maybe this gamble
seemed worth it
to you,
as the voice
had grown so loud
and clear
that it was cutting
effortlessly
through your empty
promises.
Your plan
has backfired,
setting off
a chain reaction
of resistance
that can never
be stopped,
spreading
in the same manner
as that first,
and eventually last,
great revolt
against your power
which you ignited
many centuries ago.
