Tit – for -Tat (on war-torn land)
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twisted spittings spell bitterness at the pestilence point of anger,
though claiming to name it Justice
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retaliation – ricochets reverberate round the cauldron of revenge,
also claiming to name it Justice
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so those what-goes-round-comes-round grievances
burn whiplash aggression on the action-reaction roundabout,
fuelling a see-saw of vile brutality
where ignorance, fear and retribution
go forth to multiply
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both sides pound for Our Rights! … Who s right? … We re right!
constructing arrogant shelters for self-righteous conceit
whilst, lost in time-mists, whose chicken, whose egg came first
two rights seemingly soaked with stubbornness
converge in a double-edged wrong
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terror attunes to the vortex of torment,
as underground breeding-grounds seed vicious cells
recycling hatred and cancerous loathing;
maggots of bang-bang madness
breed deadly spite within big men of might
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poison-pen ink from power-blooded
has lugubriously flooded the grave of humanity,
an illusory glance through denial-darkened spectacles .
and inhumanity forgot that a voice had once said
Let there be Light!
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but that same voice is now left weeping, wondering why?
whilst a once-sacred ancient ground,
long swamped with sorrow
sighs …
since world without end
may be brought to an end
and darkness again cover the face of the deep
Tit – for -Tat (on war-torn land)