Poem: No Respite

The tumult arises again

Hate in that voice

Cruelty is not uncommon

Her honeyed tones have gone

Deceitful and manipulative

Though they are

Always seeking her way

Whether fair or foul means

Degradation for others

When wrongs are perceived

Rarely in truth

A inescapable rage

Always just beneath

Exploding to life

Assaulting those without voice

Such spite

Loathing of a degree unfathomable

Unplumbed by many depth

A capacity without cease

A disdain unmatched



No warning

No escape


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