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.

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