Multitude

I wipe the dust from my face

Sand is burning underneath my feet.

The warmth that I embrace

Just getting colder

“What is behind the storm?”

A question I don’t want to answer

The great unknown

Fear that grips like a shadow

 

I can see the violence

Coming from the silence

I can hear resistance

Calling from the distance

 

Why you kill what you fear

Betray all you hold dear

This reign of terror will end

For those who chose for defense

 

So many died in your name

No questions asked, no mercy shown

Who bows their head in shame?

Now the multitude has grown

What is behind the storm?

Fear that grips like a shadow