Thermopylae

Thermopylae

A Poem by Chris T.
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The few stand against the many.

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There is an idea opposing me
infecting our humanity
Stampeding across the street from me
Protesting the natural right to believe
the natural right to be

They thump their book and scream
About things through their blinders see
No questions about what it all means
Just faith in their ranks it seems

They stampede down the empty street
to exorcise the demons in me
They march along obediently
hunting down those in need

Well at this point in time, somewhere near our small town hall, they come to a halt.
They come to attention, line up straight, lower their signs, and patiently wait.
An older man opposite them stands, at the base of the halls staircase, microphone in hand.
He speaks softly through the crackle of white noise, speaks directly with respect and poise.
He says,” You’ve exercised your right to speak, now kindly respect my right to be.”
At this point his voice cracks, as he finishes he takes a reserved step back.
He eyes up the righteous mob, searching for a glint of hope, as he slips into a desperate sob.
He lunges forward, mic in hand, singing this song as his final stand.

The lord says all men are the same
That no man should deserve blame
That no man should burn in flames

But man said we’ve been lead astray
Man said we much pave our own way
To either paradise or a fiery eternity
Man, said, oh man said, to separate

I implore you now children of men
To reconsider what is a sin
I ask now if you have been
The righteous soul you’ve always meant

At this point in the story, the mob is no longer still, they brandish sharp words condemning him to Hell.
The pleading man is leaking tears through heartfelt eyes, realizing his words were clearly unclear.
The mob bears down on him, thumping louder, screeching louder, and preaching louder.
For what can one man expect to do, when the beliefs of many outweigh those of the few
I call out proudly from across the street, I call out to the mob of anger at his feet

I’ll stand with him and stand our ground
I’ll stand with him until others are found
I’ll stand with him and stand our ground
I’ll stand with him until others are found
I’ll stand with him and stand our ground
I’ll stand with him until others are found

© 2009 Chris T.


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Chris T.
Chris T.

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