Violence

Violence

A Poem by RuseInex
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violence comes in benign maligned forms

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violence is ugly; it is rough
violence is insolent, devious and evil,
he lured the little ones into his house
like so many before him throughout history
a death den, tortured molested maimed
and murdered the little boys one by one
sexual pervert, predator
buried them under his house
while dressed as a clown 
to do his vile deeds
violence is insolent, devious and evil,
violence appears almost sublime
as when a beast stalks and kills
another beast to feed
violence benign as when the bear 
that killed for starvation’s sake,
berries were in short supply that winter
so that it killed and ate a human once
which by tranquilizer it was put to death
violence is rough, it is unsightly
against the grain of love
it is necessary and it is not
nature’s hurricanes and her quakes
her molten lava, her polar shifts
her droughts and tsunamis
havoc wreaks
her acts are violently benign
and violently maligned,
as when mechanical forces of heat meet cold
and their aftermath of a peaceful plain
of a calm spring day
violence intrudes malevolently aligned,
as when the thief one night 
broke in and pillaged;
he was about to leave the house
when caught by a young lady
she looked so fine, he laid down his sack
and pounced on her with vile attacks
her father disturbed, heard the noise
rose from his bed with a .45 
and blew his brains against the wall
of that pristine home
and red upon his own, daughter’s robe
an act of violence justified

© 2016 RuseInex


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A brave poem - different examples of violence - in nature and in survival and in self/defence, as well as the way it is used by malevolent people against the vulnerable, which cannot always be responded to in a pacifist manner.

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RuseInex
RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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