Shoot The Fine Word Poem by Nanashino Ryu

I don't know,
who is there,
what is happening there,
what will start from there.

People I don't know decide things,
where I don't know, when I don't realize it.
The voices of doubt don't reach them.
They are on the other side of the high walls.
There's so much information out there,
but no one can see inside the walls.

Their agents line up many fine words,
force their justice on people,
justify their arbitrary decision.
They call white black and black white.
Although they say it is the democracy,
but it looks like a dictatorship.

Their agents combine many fine words,
turn lies into truth, cover up crimes.
When the voices are drowned out,
when support for weak become the benefit of strong,
fine words are there.

You, stand up.
You, shoot it.
You shouldn't shoot humans.
Shoot down those fine words with your words,
before marching with guns.