Monday, 6 October 2014

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.