when words
no longer conceal
the acid
bitter
and sad
that are your trinity
unholy
you look way down below
to think
can you do it this time
do you have it
deep down within
to spare you the laughing
open mouths
dismayed
by your cruelty
unkind things you say
arms flailing madly
head starts
to smoke
then spin
like a top
the sun in your eyes
all eyes on you
or so you think
(you always do)
fingers pointing
invisible hands reaching out
to save your children
suffer them no more
and as you seethe
you realize
even in your rage
you have no purpose
you have no reason
no justification
no north
and so there is nothing
in your hands
to offer
other than your hands themselves
around which cuffs
are better suited
needed
to sustain the man
the host of the enmity
the enemy within
to protect them all
suffer them no more
god save them
yes
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