Ode to the Unseen Victims

 Watch. 
Watch and Listen.
They can't hear you, but, strangely, you can hear them.

Feel.
Feel and be Enlightened.
You don't have to touch them to feel them, but once you have felt them, you know everything.
And you see everything.
And you hear everything.

You can hear the beating of their hearts, and which direction it turns.
You can see the way in which it moves, and the pace at which it runs.
You can feel its warmth or its chill, and in yourself you know what you have encountered.

People cannot hide from the observers, for we are everywhere
And even though they can't see it
Hear It
or Feel it

Those who see it, those who hear it, those who feel it

It is they.....us.....that have the power

We may hide in the shadows afraid of our gifts
and reach our hands high towards that loving mediator
We may cower in weakness toward your forms of strength or demeanor
but we hide a secret intimation within us that make us strong

So gather your weapons
And we'll gather our senses

Gather your bodies
and we'll gather our minds

and open the door to the battlefield of men

hit us with your swords, we will see it and dodge
taunt us with your words, we will hear them, record them, and gather our strength
push us down into the mud, and we'll feel the pain and take your power from you

Because there is no weapon you can use that we cannot watch.

Watch and Listen .
We can see you, hear you, and you can't see us.

Feel and Be Enlightened.
We can feel you, without having to touch, and then we know.

That when we open the door, to the battlefield of men

You'll gather your weapons
And we'll gather our senses

You'll gather your bodies
And we'll gather our minds

And we won't be able
To not be inspired.