On Those Who Shaped this Space

Perhaps because they are powerful
And wield it like birthright
Fearless and unashamed
Incapable of the sight
Empathy or remorse requires.

Perhaps because they struck first
Coldest, unrepentantly self-adoring
More convinced every day while
Deaf to lost imploring
That they are the heroes in their story.

The people they’ve mown over
Go quiet to the grave
Like a drowning man is silent
While his lips are beneath the wave
But there is a testimony that will stand

Even if it’s too late to save-
Judgment will speak at dusk in finality
To those who refused to yield at day.