Abuse

It's really hard to understand

The kind of mind-set subject to

The twisted actions put upon

And set upon the innocents,

Who's only crime is being there

In a close proximity

To one whose presence strikes a fear

Of hurt in those of weak resolve.

Why then must you dominate?

Why must you wreak hurt and pain?

What events in childhood

Made your hand a weapon to destroy?

Why can't you endeavor in

The milk of Human kindness

Where the peaceful tides reciprocate

And fill a heart with kindred joy?

And when will all your victims stand

To pay you back for your refuse?

To give you in good measure

A taste of your abuse.