On April 26 1913, Mary Phagan, a thirteen year old girl was found raped and murdered in the basement of a pencil factory where she worked in Atlanta, Georgia.
The Unceasing Human Capacity for Hate
The Knights of Mary Phagan Still Ride
They lurk in darkened taverns in hamlets
They sit in brightly-lit cafés in cities
The stroll the Corridors of Power
in every capital, in every land, they hide
behind avatars and pseudonyms in the comments
scrolling, trolling, slinging mud, firing bullets
in the paved streets of democracy.
Those who would control,
those who hate,
for hate’s sake
the weak and the poor and the different
It matters not, the haters, the murderers,
the oppressors march free and unopposed
and as the world sinks into chaos
and very likely nears its end,
society died so long ago, there is only the planet
left to destroy.
the war, the death, the slurs. the blame,
Until the cold, black, lifeless heart of humanity shrivels
and rots away.
And then and only then will THEY know
they deserved it.
The whole world deserved it and whatever might survive
deserves this world far more than mankind.
For evil is as evil does
and random acts of caring and goodness are fit
for nothing more than clickbait
as the haters hate on
and the killers kill on
and the masses let it happen,
as each one of US lets it happen.
We can destroy a society anytime we like,
how often do we get the chance to kill a planet?