Anything can happen in the lion’s den,
when the tormentor is big, then
we feel smaller.
All brawn, no brains.
Physical world wears us down.
It follows us, spreads rumours, judges,
and spites us,
spitting the venom right at our feet.
It even accuses us and pushes us
to our limits.
These bubbles do not match,
cornered and out of luck.
Fantasies outweigh life.
Superior hand executes justice in a sec,
sophisticated form of abuse at hand.
Wherever you go, things will always be like this,
share a detail, and they believe they know it all.
Strike the right chord once with one tiny blow,
after a while, blow becomes bigger, nowhere to run.
The next day,
they will tell lies to anyone who wants to listen.
Justice executed from the wrong hands
becomes punishment of their own sort,
without a proper way to resolve.
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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And so the world turns, inexplicable in its rationale for what should be, what is, & what isn't but should have been.
Loved this! Great poem!
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