On reading the papers

 “There is a primal appeal in seeing your foe kneel before you and die for those with ethnic or sectarian inferiority complexes.”

I read the words

And burn with fury.

I despair.

Those piercing, patronising, carefully chosen, words,

They devastate,

They numb.

So there we are then,

You, the tyrant, rapist, bully,

Crying out in exaltation;

“I hurt you. Now, I feel OK!”

That’s alright,

We have the words.

Those terrible words.

Those damned and damning words,

So easily read.