The right to fight is lost when resistance itself becomes a crime

The right to fight is lost when resistance itself becomes a crime

A Poem by anartao

The rape is secondary to the fact the victim fought

and whilst the rapist plays the victim shedding tears before the court

the victim finds themselves defending an act of self-defence,

in which the fight to save yourself becomes an act of false pretence,

in close relation to the view that victims ask for their attack,

theories from the gutter that reflect the lowest track

that human logic travels in defence of the aggressors,

for the makers of the law share pockets deep with the oppressors

 

Whilst the example that I give may not be found in civil courts

it’s the ethics business follows and the reason wars are fought,

for the little man must bite his tongue and bend over the table,

for free trade and diplomacy are nothing more than fables.

 

From resource rich foreign countries to environmental laws,

their legs will be thrust open to become the dollars w****s,

pinned down by the talons of a hawk that eats its young,

whilst the vultures crowd the branches as the noose is being strung

 

Force will be monopolised till resistance equates attack,

the double speak that see's defence become a terror act,

the same linguistic magic trick that’s used to issue cost

when laws for conservation become a bill for profits lost,

when unrestrained growth becomes the mantra of fanatics,

economic extremists with their killer mathematics,

making numbers on a page worth more than flesh that clothes the bone,

ensuring countries rich in resources will not be left alone,

condemning generations to a debt they never spent,

the house is burnt and blackened but they’ve got to pay the rent

 

If you try to stand and fight for what lies within your lands,

if you try and fight against the stock markets demands,

if respect for mother earth is placed before pure greed,

if you care less for your own wants than for someone else’s needs,

prepare to face adversity and struggle in your days

for what may seem as common sense is not the cents that pay,

and the roar of gold drowns out the whisper found within a heart,

and unity remains a dream when we’re all so far apart

 

© 2013 anartao


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We have a lot to answer for in this unrepentant world – Martin Luther King (jnr) was quoting as saying; Let us all hope that the dark clouds of prejudice will soon pass away, and that in some not too distant tomorrow the radiant stars of love and brotherhood will shine over our great nation with all their scintillating beauty.

Your emotionally charged write, certainly captured your take on injustice and the seemingly futile actions we can take against such atrocities. Disturbing, yet poignant composition – really makes you think – well done!

Bless

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on July 3, 2013
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anartao
anartao

Sydney, Australia



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I write to keep my self sane, and because the act of writing is also one of creating, and with the majority of power in the world today laying in the hands of destroyers, we need all the creators we c.. more..

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