Blood that oozes, hands that scar
Blows that begun, interminable
A cause known, innocence forgotten
Audible screams, silenced by repetition
Destruction chosen, fear discarded.
Acknowledgment, does none bear
Witnesses seen, sightless to recall
Scabs that remind, require time
Console unwelcome, forgiveness unwarranted
Impulse pursued, a pulse influenced.
Tears dried, by tears shed
A perpetrator fallen to prey
Weakness shown through labored breath
Relent almost tempted by repent
Hope forgone, consciousness, a luxury.
A semblance of sanity restored through agony
A tree uprooted, preventing further anguish
The eyes of a sadist, pleading for an end
Vengeance fed through each severed limb
Victims chosen, collateral, a curse.
A livid corpse staring at the skies
Discovered only to be a headline
Justice imposed by a civilian, chastised by an incompetent system
Whilst condoned by mourners
Violence and peace can not coexist.
An 'eye for an eye' has been an ideal I understood but strongly opposed. But when you take the time to look around, you realize we have a judicial system that is incompetent, we have lives that are stolen everyday, we have sadists preying on numerous innocent victims and we as civilians are forced to choose between peace or violence (the latter being favored). I wrote this, no longer as an opposition to Mr Gandhi's ideal but as someone who accepts it as a code that is imposed upon us. "Violence and peace cannot coexist. "
The piece itself is bland (neither refined nor spectacular) but it is dear to me as it has been my first since a seemingly interminable case of writer's block.
I hope you enjoy it and thank you for your time.