Where are the Knights –
that’s what I want to know?
When half a dozen young men
are raping a woman and people
are standing and watching,
a mob of giggles, leering.
where was the Knight to ride
into the fray? Where was the
human being who could see
their sister being pillaged?
Where are the Knights of old?
The Knights we need to day
to ride into Holy Cities to make
peace between ancient tribes.
Where are the Knights
riding into the ghettoes?
Who is their Arthur? Who
is the world’s, and the world’s
alone, sworn defender? Is it
not you in the pulsing
of your thoughts, you who would
cry out and wade into the fray?
No matter the odds, no matter
the day, having on bended knee
sworn to defend to the death
those who are defenseless?
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