As yet
undecided
which is a problem
because before I was categorically appalled.
I fear my stance might be right-wing.
I fear my stance, if I look too closely, might be inhumane.
I fear my stance might make me a bad person.
In my heart
I believe in torture.
Torture is a way of life.
No one is innocent.
Anyone who cannot torture themselves
needs to be taught a lesson.
Self-inflicted, otherwise, seems just for the soul.
Most people are strong enough to suffer alone
anyway in their own minds.
But those who torture outside of themselves
I wish them the same and worse.
I wish them suffering and comprehensible pain of every kind.
I wish their blood to bleed as they watch their friends scream
animalistic cries of the wounded and damned.
I wish for them to know the inevitable and fear.
As yet
unadmitted
that I truly have a wish of agony
that I believe there are those deserving
because before I was categorically appalled.
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April 27, 2009 at 12:00 pm
poeticgrin
*THIS* is a good poem – it ruffles some internal feathers and is uncomfortable in parts, in that way things can feel uncomfortable when you are confronted with the ugly truth.
“I wish their blood to bleed as they watch their friends scream
animalistic cries of the wounded and damned.
I wish for them to know the inevitable and fear.”
You’ve tapped into something here.