Poet#20 - "Untitled"

Muscles tense as ligaments strain,

The injustice has become more than pain,

Wrinkles twitch across a twisted face,

And eyes lock and harden in place,

Protests stutter in a clamped jaw,

And all vision is steely and raw.



Nerves spit and hiss like snakes,

And the grip of reason finally breaks,

Vocal cords rasp and squeal,

As a scream slices the seal,

Muscles spasm as fists form,

And all vengeance is sworn.



The injury must be mended,

The right must be defended,

The criminals will cease their violence,

For the righteous can never be silenced.

 

 

 

 

 

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resentment.

The End

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