poetic justice (Boer Genocide in South Africa)

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.