Direct Inaction

Who decides who lives and dies?
We do. All of us.
Either through direct action,
Or direct inaction,
We, each of us, are responsible
For the deaths of any other

Toil is not matrimony
Fevers are not grateful
Masters are not manipulative
Is it we who share the responsibility
Willfully, intentionally, accepting
Of those who live
And those who die

Revolution is misunderstood
Direct inaction can never be
A catalyst for change
It will only result in greater suffering
And greater acceptance
Of the emptiness our of our decisions

We are to blame, all of us
For this daily fornication with murder
That humans delight in
And cannot see
Any other way worth living

Many love to jovially repeat
That “we are not free
Until each of us is free,”
But I contend to tell you
We are all murderers
Until no one is a murderer