the SNAP of harsh rebellion
echoed, tought and loud—
the SPLAT of hot ingratitude
that specked the watching crowd.
–
CRACKS of stiffened justice
for all the brazen lies
the CUFFS of wounded parent-griefs
for running from the wise.
–
The cutting STAB of lust-ish shame
now bleeding, oozing soars
of living life for sensing self
the SLASH of greed for wars.
–
The dulling ACHE at every pause,
the deepening, lasting death
of selfish, idolizing shame
now ANGUISH gulps of breath.
–
With every stab of jaunty hate,
the soldier mocking, grim
tears the lamb who wears it all
for all of us—and him.
