poetic justice (Boer Genocide in South Africa), by Gabrielle Subscribe to rss feed for Gabrielle

As the alarms ring in the still of the night, hearts grow
thick with fear. The nesting fowl cries out “the beast of
the darkness is here” Dogs fiercely bark “the beast of
the darkness is here”.
 Restless souls, devour the innocent who know no honor.
These are the beasts who come by night whose insatiable
thirst will not be quenched, the pillage will continue until
all is gone. Times have shown that these beasts have been
since the time of early man. This beast I fear lives in each
mans soul provoking the worst fears of others. It can be
tamed, it can be quieted. Increasingly though the hearts of
men have grown to hate and groomed the beast. Evil now grows
where love should be.
 Their false honor is found in the cries of the innocent
mocking their victims deaths. They find no fulfillment the
beast wont ever give them peace, it will however continue to
prey on the honorable men whose delight is in love and
forgiving  unselfishly. That is the way it has always been
and always will be. 

For those of us who think deeply and have a higher
understanding of human nature , we know the beast will
always be, the beast in the  night will come, innocent blood
will be shed. So what will we do have we can no longer stand
the cries of the victims, will it be too late? Will the
beast be too strong? Do not lose faith there is more good in
the hearts of men than we think. The aggression that comes
from good men is necessary, for we need an army! An army
which is so powerful and feared it will bring the beast to
its knees. 

These men are among us, these men will protect us. These are
our hero's, who are not controlled by hatred but governed by
justice. That is the way it must be, the balance of things
must be kept, for all things to be in harmony. We call for
our hero's.
Posted: 2010-04-23 12:29:55 UTC

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