I’m twenty-four
Led to slaughter
I survived.
These words are empty and equivalent:
man and animal
love and hate
foe and friend
dark and light.
Man is killed just like an animal
I’ve seen:
truckloads of chopped up people
who will never be saved.
Concepts are only words:
virtue and vice
truth and lie
beauty and ugliness
courage and cowardice.
Virtue and vice weigh the same
I’ve seen:
a man who was both
vicious and virtuous.
I’m searching for a teacher and a master
let him give me back my sight hearing and speech
let him name objects and concepts again
let him separate the light from the dark.
I’m twenty-four
Led to slaughter
I survived.