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?