The Fallacy of Your Choice

I have heard your cries 

You stand on your truth 

You weep tears mixed bitterly 

You say you are crying 

For those unable to cry 

For themselves. 

Spare me the histrionics 

Of your hypocrisy

Where are your cries 

When they are crying in hunger? 

Where are your cries 

When they are dying  

From gun violence in schools? 

Where are your cries 

When they are murdered 

At the hands of thinly veiled protectors 

For existing while being black? 

Where are your cries 

When one billion children worldwide 

Live in poverty? 

Where are your cries 

For those whose cries 

Are continuously unheard?

This is the fallacy of your choice 

You choose not to hear the cries 

Of poverty or those broken by it 

“Whoso stoppeth his ears 

at the cry of the poor, 

he also shall cry himself, 

but shall not be heard.”

This is the fallacy of your choice 

Inasmuch as you choose to stand 

With the oppressors of women and men 

Ignoring the stains of their sin 

“Who will stand up for me 

against the workers of iniquity?”

This is the fallacy of your choice 

While you stand against one 

Yet you seek to cover a multitude 

You think the Lord doesn’t know 

“Hast thou seen 

what the ancients 

of the house of Israel 

do in the dark, 

every man in the chambers 

of his imagery? 

for they say, 

The LORD seeth us not” 

This is the fallacy of your choice 

While you seek to govern 

What is not yours to govern 

“Because the carnal mind 

is enmity against God: 

for it is not subject 

to the law of God, 

neither indeed can be”

This is the fallacy of your choice 

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

May 3, 2022