believe me

if I lie, will you believe me? what if I don't, will you believe me? what must I do for you to believe me? what must I say for you to believe me? what do you believe? what you see or what you don't what you hear or what you don't what you know or what you don't what you feel or what you push away will you remember? and if you do, what will you believe? what will you do? will you forgive or will you forget will you hold on in anguish, in disarray or will you stand still and tell your story will you take arms and fire or will you throw a bouquet of flowers will you watch children cry and mothers bleed or will you look away and point your finger at amputated fathers, brothers, and sisters who no longer believe how will you do it? peacefully with carefully measured words or aimlessly with swords and guns and weapons as everyone watches some in horror some in delight some in sorrow some in vindication some clinging to allegiances some to age old bonds some to stories told long ago some to sound bites that penetrate their soul how will you do it? carefree with lies neatly folded and covered with no accountability for your actions as you strip the world of its innocence all in the name of your forefathers your faith your history not mine, yours you say... yours, not mine this divide, imaginary lines as you raze your forged enemies your brothers and sisters who once were what will you say? I am right and you are wrong you lie and I don't this land is mine and not yours I was here first, not you look around it's history calling out to you do something do anything do nothing you have nothing left... anymore give peace a voice let it speak listen, just listen how naive you say you are children, living in fairytale teaching little ones in classrooms and playgrounds to share yet all you do is shamefully take and take for what? sit down say nothing do nothing just smile look at each other really look and see what you've done share what is left before it's all gone this is the way... this is the way... this is the way... does it even matter?