The Hand That Feeds
The hand that feeds
What does it take to force a bite
Words? Insults given or anger raised
Derision, laughter, unrelenting, no end
Or pain, sharp, sudden, all a deep hurt
Each in it’s own way an assault
Backed up, corners reached, no escape
No turning place, no running space
Forced to face the moment
Options gone, alone, frozen
No flight and so fight rears up
There is a moment, short
Hesitation to halt the instinct
Yet the fear is too strong
And so it starts, no choice
But to bite the hand that feeds
2002
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