In Devon, Gina was mad at Sarah and so
Took Sarah's kitten, to the kitchen did go
Put it the microwave, pushed the button in
Kitten died in pain, I'd call that a sin.
Two teens in Juniata did the same as a prank
For them its fun, but to me it stank.
Is it something missing in the mind, or converse
A dark side that drives their morals in reverse?
Two teens in Alberta broke into a home, so brave
Smashed it up, put the cat in a microwave
Listened to it scream in pain before it died
Painted two mocking messages on the side.
Two teen girls in Maine put a cat - guess where:
They made a video on social media to share
Sharing cruelty is not very bright
Not every agrees that such deeds are right.
These humans got into trouble, because not all agree:
That fun with cats goes with humanity.
And yet, I eat animals every day
I put out mouse traps, throw dead mice away.
I guess the difference is that I don't want to cause pain
But some people do, though not clinically insane
Its part of the human condition that they are out there
Know your surroundings, take heed and take care.
There are times when nobody can save
You could be that cat in the microwave.
We get sadistic,
As per the passage of time;
We must pay for it.
i am double rainbows.
i am the streaks of silver in the old man's hair, i am spiny and bug-eyed.
i am the rainbow around the moon on misty nights. i am cactus eyes with a center of molten gold, i am almond crafted ones that pierce.
i am the smell after it rains. i am the earthworm on the sidewalk, i am the snail on the tall blade of grass, i am the
storm and the sky's tears.
i am the tablespoon of honey you take when you're ill. i am the spiderweb in the corner of your bedroom, i am the
comfort after the chaos of my sickness.
i am silver studded, i am the glowing omniscience of the moon's rays.
i am frightening.
i am the teeth and i am the blood and i am the bone,
i am the jaws that rip through soft skin
i am sharp teeth gnashing at any sign of emotion
and i will never take what i dish out for
my word is law.
a strange man comes with
stranger impulses after all;
i just hope you think i am beautiful.
On the edge of paradise,
woeful tears fall, cold as ice.
On that edge where I stand still,
ashen whips jut onto my will.
On that edge you sear my helm!
Kibble it like a spider; overwhelm!
Steering through many an eve.
Conceive, weave, cleave then grieve!
Render and espouse; knight and serf.
Guardian of your tear, gate, and turf.
Enact then re-enact my astral dream.
Put me to sleep, hinder my scream.
Dreary lips given a wide berth,
to unheard hiss that typifies rebirth.
Author my flesh unto caged envy,
yielding my soul: break the levee.
Sail amongst my translucent runes,
your siren of electric moons.
I sing for the breaker to inveigle,
tepid winds I once played regal.
Make me forget and make me pay,
for losing my way and drifting astray.
For getting so close then letting go,
missing the blow, ruining your flow.
You are pandora's quantum prison,
a bounty begging to be riven.
Your pride diverts your nemesis,
resurgent carcinogenesis.
Beshrew the darklight spring,
sustained by your phantom wing.
Slake it inept and enthrall its nectar,
woven and entwined in void-like vector.
Cop core culture cultivates racist malevolence,
The profiling pseudoscience.
Cop core contempt, rogue roving terrorists in blue,
Sadists through and through.
Cop core combatants harass, torture, then kill,
Another handcuffed man choked still.
Cop core cruelty depraved indifference to the defenseless.
This story of brutality is relentless.
Cop core criminal entitlement to murder at will,
The face of oppressive evil.
Published: Dissident Voice 11/29/20
The hate that uglifies a sweet face
The betrayal that makes trust fade
The enmity that isolates
The sadism that inflicts hate
The envy that breeds futile hostilities
The grudges that darkens memories
The jealousy that erodes satiety
The ill-will rewarded with vanity
The long distances, weights and heights
Don't weigh us down like the burdens of the heart
While waiting for the end
I noticed a flower.
And waiting for the end
I lowered in dower.
When saying to myself
there's water to loure.
When draying to myself
I watered the flower.
When all of the life
I chose to honor
was what of the life
I bent to donor.
Then bowing to say
I spent life flounder.
Was all in my life
I lent past lounder.
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