Saturday, May 16, 2015

Faith

A mask
of brute testosterone
is worn
tight.

But,
I know
they are
deeply
insecure.

And
with every abuse,
both physical
and verbal,
they drag
themselves
lower.

The worse
they are,
the worse
their lives
become.

I used to want to
snap
their necks
every time
I heard of their
abuse.

There's no use.

Fighting fire
with fire
resolves
nothing.

Now,
I've learned
to have faith
in karma.

So much so,
a smile
gently
and calmly
rises
inside me.

The worse
they are,
the worse
their lives.

Perfect.

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