The Hope of Wrong
found within the many
rather than the few
the hope of wrongdoing
(happenings which may have no explanation
worthy of the damage done
to self, to family, to friends
spontaneously aroused by
incessant turmoil whose cause
cannot be determined to be
any one person’s violent efforts
but instead must be linked to
a psychopathology of the
whole)
festers,
and with it comes actions
which have their base in something of a
common human horror
wanting “bad” things to happen to
“good” people
wanting “bad” things to happen to
“bad” people &
subsequently delighting when they
do.
this spiral seems to have no end &
the time spent swirling, orbiting the
eye of the hurricane,
is time wherein one watches & learns the hurt---
as one is hurt by another
one passes on that hurt to someone else,
because if it can happen to you
it can happen to me &
the whole while
our shells become harder
our punches become stronger
our premeditation becomes sharper &
our rate of success grows,
like we were all carrying
our own little voodoo dolls
wrapped up inside us
equating our own selfish greed
with that of terrible destruction
coming from our very hands.
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