She’ll never wake up and
Wonder why she hurt
So many people,
A mechanism acquired from
Broken adults who never learned
How to be nice to others and
Passed it on to the
Next generation just as
Had been done to them,
Perpetuating reprehensible
Behavior labeled normal.
It arrives and elicits
Questions not easily
Resolved, a perplexing
Serving of doubt mixed
With tentative hope,
A wish answered,
Respite from hardship,
Please let it be,
As of this moment
It isn’t and
Most likely
Will never be.
A seed blows in
From some unseen
Place and finds a
Spot where it’s needed.
A little time passes,
Peace and love
Bloom everywhere.
No respite from
This chafing wind
Blasting from the
Area between his
Nose and chin.
Words crashing against
Ears that would rather
Be anywhere else in
The world than here
Enduring this
But for some lame
Rule that says you
Have to shut up
And take it.
He grew up in a
Horribly abusive family,
Passed around from
One ghastly relative to
Another, surrounded by
Chaos and violence
No matter where he went.
Eventually channeled into
The foster care system,
He lived with several
Families that seemed to
Have other things in mind
Other than really loving and
Caring for children like him.
Now in his forties,
He’s successful beyond
His wildest dreams, and
Does everything in
His power to make sure
No one has to go through
What he did.
Ideology obliterating reality,
Adherence to party line paramount,
Superseding humanity,
Decisions made solely to benefit
A few unworthy ghouls
Sitting in their castles
Plotting the next crusade
No matter the number of casualties.
They mean business,
They’ll do anything
To get what they want,
Remorselessly destroy all
Obstacles in their path,
Including the planet
Where they live,
Just to try to silence
The voice inside that tells
Them they are insignificant,
The same one they
Heard when someone
They trusted betrayed them
And made them
Lose all hope.
He takes every opportunity
To bray about how
He’s made his own fortune,
Even though he knows
That all he’s had to do
Is be born purely by chance
Into a prosperous family and
Work far less than
Any person toiling for
Minimum wage, but that
Doesn’t sound as good as
Bragging about how well
He gambles the wealth
He inherited, an act that
Requires absolutely no genius.
A dismal death cult
Unmoved by evidence,
Driven by self-hate and
Fear of the other,
Supporting oppression to
Maintain their hold on power.
Nothing grows in
This barren environment,
Only devastation.
