Bound By Bitterness
The trauma of injustice fertilises our souls till we are but a shadow of our former selves It is the red that stains the hands that scalp law breakers Vigilante justice has destroyed our humanity; we have forgotten how to feel Too wound up in fierce despair and blind ferocity to listen. Our eyes seek tabloids and newsworthy columns but our insight is as a cloudy lens, contaminated by hate and calcified logic. we are too tightly strung; stuck to a mental rung in arbitrary frenzy to unseat the dictator. We can be healed of this madness but only if we start to feel; really feel the fear of those who travail through the same troubles we do we must learn to reason not as fools but as the freed not as slaves but as saints - to fight as victors not victims for surely he who fixates on death is already defeated. If we are consumed by vengeful obsession to rip the heart of the cantankerous viper are we too then not as he is? Our free