Quieting Rage

When children bear pain
Absent defenders sought
But wanting births monstrous rage

No!
Haiku will not do
Will not lend voice to such rage
Will not give life to such creatures
As needed to right the wrongs
And heal the deep burning wounds

Yet sonnets are lovely, perhaps it seems
Melancholy songs of burdening woe
But inky scratch on torn paper is mean
Befit the crime but a sonnet? oh no

There are but words
Of hate and violence
Of revenge and justice

Vengeance is mine

There are cries for grace
Pleas for peace

It is finished

Does this child bear pain
Does this victim seek advocates

My burden is light

I cannot carry, my back has grown weak
I struggle to lift leg after leg

Decrease, I’ll increase

What victim remains
When all justice is poured
And all mercy portioned out
And all that’s left is my own pride

Pride goes before a fall

And thus the greatest adversary of all

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