Silent Witness

I've never been the type
To keep a silent tongue,
Yet now I stand in silence
For now the pain has come.

Each day a new crime rises
Though the criminals
Aren't really new.
Their actions aren't expected
That's how they get to you.

Within this mortal plane
They exist in every spot
Yet within their moral pain
There's something that's been lost.

They take without a mercy
And steal what's never theirs
While they stab the hearts of victims
They'll never know or ever care.

They don't know the cost
Of losing something dear
They don't feel the pain
As eyes begin to tear.

Still yet they all are playing
A game misunderstood
While writing out the details
Within a little book.

Each thing they steal away
Gets recorded on their soul,
Each tear drop that they cause
Is a witness
They'll surely one day know.

Once they close their eyes
And think they lay in rest
It's then they'll wake in darkness
While their silent tongues protest.

Deceptions fade like liquid
As their book of life is read,
Spoken by their souls
And witnessed by the dead.

No sentence will be rendered
No cell will hold theim locked
Yet justice shall be served
By the terrors in the dark.

Fadedspirit 12/1/2008

wow faded, great write

Sings "This little light of mine, I'm going to let it shine, this little light of mine..."

Your poem sounds very dark. Sending you a flashlight for Christmas and a candle to keep the flame of hope burning! ((fadedspirit))

This is Goooo-oooo-oooo-d! It fits more than one philosophy in my mind, which of course, is why I like it. Nicely done, faded...........