Whom Do We Protect?
Robert L. Straitt
Whom do we protect ?
It ought not be the few,
but it is not the many.
Is justice only for those who pay?
Yet those who live in innocence,
along with those who live with guilt, still wait.
Of what are we demanded?
Gold from many, life for some,
and freedom for the select.
What torment must be reached?
While others sleep, to lay haunted,
by a mother’s wail and a child’s weep.
Where is it that we sit?
That those given before us must look up,
and in whose eyes there is none that look down.
What justice is to be found?
When love’s child shall be set out,
by anger’s villainous kin.
What honor is it that we have?
When their salutation is but a calumny,
whose dagger drives oh too deep.
What of the trust the petite doth cherish?
They hold it tight in trembling arms,
without our strength with it they parish.
Are we so bestowed, to know their fate?
Their gentle tongues and tender stems they wilt,
not to freedom, for by our word they bend.
What laughter has been bought?
Those things possessed weigh in burden,
on even the most gentle grin.
How is it that we choose?
When as the bees, it is they,
who come to and fro, our destiny to scatter.
The power has it been withheld?
The son’s warmth provides,
the universe, the smallest errors does correct.