For as long as we’ve dared to exist and to roam,
Many a killing we’ve boasted.
When christian martyrs were once slaughtered in Rome,
They were slaves to the passions they hosted.
What if the people who really quelled sins
Were the ones who lived on, kept us trying?
How can we really consider these wins
When the ‘heroes’ in question are dying?
Perhaps they were dying for freedom, for change.
Perhaps they just wanted to die.
But whatever the reason, their end seems so strange;
One word brings us shock: Crucify.
Likewise racial angst, our new high-strung religion,
Paints images stark of “bad man”.
But what if beliefs do not matter a smidgen?
What if dying was the plan?
When questioned, can anything bad be for good?
What if it’s all a mistake?
Events can employ more motion than they should.
...How many more lives will it take?