Monsters,
Red in tooth and claw,
Having been,
Primed,
To cut,
Shoot,
Slice,
And slash,
Everyone,
And everything,
Standing in their way,
An ember,
Having become a flame,
Of discontent,
Disgust,
Anger,
Fury,
Blind passion,
And rage,
An urge to kill,
To put an end,
To all indignation!
Far beyond,
That which,
An ordinary man,
Can understand,
Or hope,
To know,
One last act,
Before the curtain,
Draws near.
Human sacrifice,
Quid Pro Quo,
This for that,
Even steven,
All's well,
That ends well,
A gunman,
Ready to kill,
Everyone in sight!
Everywhere,
Women sobbing,
Men crying,
Children screaming,
Chaos
Death,
Grief,
Loved ones,
Leaning on,
Others to give,
Them solace,
Ambulances,
Sirens
Paramedics,
Nurses,
Doctors,
Dead and injured,
Lying,
All over the ground!
But for every monster made,
There are,
Hundreds of thousands,
Waiting,
In "the wings,"
Reluctantly,
Ready,
To take their place on stage,
To penetrate,
The protective barriers,
Of "civilized society,"
To rip and tear,
To effectively,
Strip the mask off,
Of those who feel safe,
"The innocents."
Who lean "over backwards,
To swear,
That they,
Have done,
Nothing wrong.
A babe in arms,
Having fallen,
On hard times,
A graveled road,
Of affliction,
Adversity,
And dark nights,
Eaten up,
By,
Standers,
Looking on,
Allowing,
The devil,
To do,
His dirty work!
Hellions,
Thugs,
Brutes,
Bullies,
Snobs,
Thoughtless,
Unfriendly,
Unkind,
Inconsiderate,
Condescending,
Coldhearted,
Calloused,
Cruel,
Merciless,
Malicious,
And mean,
Folks,
Like,
You and me,
Who
Have,
Far too often,
Provoked,
Teased,
Taunted,
Humiliated,
And grieved,
Poor souls,
Who asked for,
Nothing more,
Than a bit of respect,
A smattering of kindness,
And comfort,
A helping hand,
An invitation,
To become a socius,
A living member,
Of "the herd."
Yet,
We have,
Chosen to,
Insult,
Ridicule,
Razz,
Snub,
Scorn,
Shun,
Laugh at,
Make fun of,
Put down,
And,
More or less,
Torment,
Thus,
Having,
Effectively vilified,
Those we,
Have branded,
As,
Weirdoes,
Oddballs,
Loners,
Losers,
Outsiders,
Nerds,
Misfits,
Queer,
Crazies,
Crackpots,
Kooks,
Flakes,
Rejects,
And others,
Considered,
To be unattractive,
And/or,
Ugly,
And thus,
Displeasing,
To the eye,
As if these folks,
Were things,
Creatures without feelings,
Inanimate objects,
Fixtures..........................
Worthless,
Pieces of sh*t,
Until one day,
Theses saplings,
Once supple,
Flexible,
And strong,
Have become,
Dry bones,
That snap,
And then,
All hell,
Brakes loose!
But really now,
Who are the monsters?
Those who kill,
En masse?
Or,
Is it you,
Or,
Me,
Or,
The guy,
Down the street,
Those of us,
Who,
Have been so terribly persistent,
In our quest to kill,
Not just once,
But,
Over and over again,
Every moment,
Of every day,
Of every year,
Those of us,
Who have been so reluctant,
To take responsibility,
Or worse yet,
Those of us,
Who have refused,
To take any responsibility,
Whatsoever,
For our own part,
In the atrocities,
Those of us who have,
Sullied our own souls,
By having sucked the sap,
Out of each other's lives,
Those of us,
Who have failed,
To face the fact,
That there are others,
Out there,
Who need us,
In order to survive,
That there are,
Individuals who are,
Far too weak,
To defend themselves,
Against the outrageous behavior,
The viciousness,
Of a world,
That seems not to care,
And that,
Without our help,
These folks,
Who are,
No doubt "a bit different,"
Will surely,
Be crushed,
More or less eliminated,
One human being,
At a time,
So the next time,
You see a weirdo,
A loner,
A loser,
An outsider,
An odd duck,
What are you going to do?
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