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And we stand watching, watching

With muted protest and silent tears;

feeling the pain renew within us.

We turn from the familiar, chaotic

scenes of death and mayhem before

us to look up toward the heights

where dwell the Fomenters, the greedy,

uncaring Instigators…and we ask, in

weary, futile anger, Why? Why? Why?

We are not Atlas, bearing the burdens

of the unheeding world on our shoulders,

suffering in heroic, stoic silence our

ultimately unappreciated sacrifices.

Neither are we Prometheus, chained

and damned to recurring torture as

reward for the selfless service rendered

to those in need.

When will it end? When will you be

satisfied?  Will your lust for power and

riches ever be sated? What will be the

ultimate result of your obsessive desires?

We are mortal flesh; we cannot pass

unscathed through the furnace of your

rapacious ambitions.

Dare we suggest that you step down

from your lofty eminences to grasp the

swords yourselves in pursuit of the

gratification of your own desires?

Dare we invite you?

Come - join our ranks.

© 12/27/2004 Thurman P. Woodfork

"...Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quartered with the hands of war,
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds..."

-William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar