Crippling

 



What if when the time to act is at hand

Your body is suddenly numb to the call

Your voice unable to mutter the needed forceful protest

They rape your wife

While you remain frozen at knife point

They take your child

You let them as piss trickles down your trousers

They drown the weak

You walk by pretending not to notice

What if you cannot move

The person you thought you were

On a high moral horse

Without substance

All your talk of ideals

Empty lip service

Of a coward who does not recognize themself in the mirror