Authoritarians

They raised their voices
in the name of compassion
to silence words
they didn’t like enough,
paradoxical was their motto
and their flag a colorful cloth.
Slogans signaled their virtue
urgently, loud, rhythmically
as one voice.
As true as if they really meant it,
that you could almost
trust their cause.
So they grew
and became the authority,
silencing and controlling
everyday more,
each time pushing
a bit further,
until control
got out of control.

And the reaction
was triggered like a gun.
Chaos reigned,
no more chanting for a while.
The shot killed, and here we are
blaming the killer
and his childhood
and the gun.
We couldn’t see our fingers
pulling together,
we just saw a trigger
pulled by one man.
We saw no tyranny
in their rules.
We saw no problems,
we were fools.
We let them decide
our needs, our goals,
our rights, our words.

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