God Deciding

Transgressions are made
 while cowards convey
 with a demon's ear, fixed and set to slay
 While the statue awaits
 to be whittled away
 with a mock of a slogan hiding filth with fear
 Never to learn
 only to burn... and be burned
 Branded straight through slate
 clear as common day
 What shall be the mark to be made
 when we crush it all to burn it down
 without sight, without sound?
 Not anything but a casualty forgotten in the ground
 A simple shell, that's solemn still--without sight, without sound
 Make a martyr
 a pedestal with ribbons of slaughter
 Feed the altar
 stoke the fire it will take over.
 Ignore the cut... the skin with callus as well as interest.
 If all are reckless none is to profit,
 none is to win it.
 So who will pay for all the tears,
 all the lives, from either side?
 All the years, all the time of living blind
 playing "God Deciding?"
 And who will die next in line
 for the lie, justified
 for the rise of sitting high playing "God Deciding?"
 And who will walk away
 from the rage and revenge?
 Inhumane consequence comes in time
 playing "God Deciding."
 And who will fall in line to arrive,
 out of sight and out of mind?