a2

the silent screams
echo through my skull.
they cry for justice,
and ungiven love.
they cry for a chance to live,
and a chance to feel.
when did we become the gods,
to decide who is worthy to live?
when did we become the gods,
to decide our comfort is more important than theirs?
why have we been given this awful power,
and worse,
why do we use it?
what do we give up for it?
our children?
our lives?
our hope?
our souls.

                -the.prophet