dark poems

Inciting a Riot

He works hard at
Inciting a riot,
Inflaming the mob
Until the only option
Is taking out their
Abundant, misplaced hate
On that abstract other,
The person they fear most,
The reflection of their
Own insecurities and
Total lack of insight.


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Chap

A brutally unpleasant chap
Raised in a poisonous family,
Doing horrible things.
It comes so naturally that
He’s lost count of all the
Unfortunate beings he’s destroyed.
Making life miserable
For as many people as possible
Evinces nary a shrug,
No remorse,
Not even for a moment,
Damage perpetuating devastation.
Getting help to be a better person
A completely laughable concept.

Cherished Slice

Smiling as he votes
For reprobates who will
Butcher the vulnerable,
He feels like his
Cherished slice of the
Exclusionary pie
Remains his to enjoy.
Who do these people
Think they are,
Trying to get their filthy hands
On my stuff?
I’ve worked hard for
What I’ve got.
They need to go back
To where they came from.

Former Glory

Nobody wants
To be on the bottom,
Especially not them,
Which makes them
Supremely susceptible
To anyone suggesting
They can regain
Their former glory,
Which never really
Existed in any form.

Scorched Landscape

Shut up or I’ll
Give you something
To cry about.

That boy needs
Some sense
Knocked into him.

Innocence ripped
From terrified
Heart.

Eclipsing of
Kindness by
Brutality.

Scorched landscape
Devoid of
Hope.

Promising

She was raised to be a
Good girl, follow the rules,
Respect authority, answer
When called, smile when
Addressed, defer when
Pressed, put others first.

She met a familiar young
Man who swept her
Off her feet, told her
What to do and when to do it.
Her conditioning complete,
A life of smiling subservience.

Pinnacle

At the pinnacle of success,
No other position higher in his field,
An unparalleled opportunity to
Make a huge difference
In the lives of people
Who are enduring the same
Slights he experienced,
He looks the other way,
Choosing instead to
Join his oppressors,
Making the lives of millions
Much more difficult,
Forgetting the chance he was given.

Stare

Stare
Stare
Stare
Dead Eyes
Stare
Stare
Stare
Dead Heart

Her Fate

Every single man
In her life has
Been more than happy
To tell her what to do.

She’s dutifully
Followed their advice,
Even when it makes
No sense to her.

She’ll fight for
Their right to
Dictate her fate
At every turn.

They conveniently
Look the other way
As she gleefully
Serves them.