Resistance

An attempt to use the French resistance in WWII as a metaphor for resisting temptation

Evil strums in the blood
It stalks the streets,

Beats down defences with its banal face

Becomes our ordinary

Just a shrug

The simple act of look the other way

The simple act of grabbing what you can.

There is always a reason

For the dumb collaboration of the weary heart,

The weak one step too far.

There is another way,

Gritty, alone,

Compelled by love,

The courage that is born

From deeper fears:

The life that dares to live.

Here, beating hearts

Acknowledge both the terror and the stakes,

And calculate

The worth that’s past all price,

The love that makes all other loves look pale.

Blazing against the ancient lie that says

There is a middle ground,

A compromise,

Between two kingdoms utterly opposed.