Angel of Pain

Hard
eyes staring forward
mouth
stretched thin
ears
blocked
refusing to hear
anguished cries
behind muffled doors
deep breath in
deep breath out
to break free
would mean to kill the mission.
With each use
thought they would learn
death comes to the wicked
when I am around.
How could these men
hiring me so
not realize
not see
the connection…..
one
two
three.
Words
vile is poison
lashing
degrading
spit upon faces
bewildered
children only
my anger does begin to rise.
Four
five
six
let’s play with the demon stick.
Seven
eight
nine
souls will be mine.
Ten
no more racism.
Heads will roll
not mine
not theirs
only those who have destroyed
who have maimed
vengeance will be taken.
©July 31/20
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Guillotine Raised

I knew
recruited
trained
entire plot planned
rich men
needing to right wrongs
dreadful deeds
shoveled into deep deep hole
history rewritten
to eradicate the fold.
Risen recklessly
seen to be the answer
resurrect a dying party
reassemble
order of aristocracy
head of the snake
cut one down
three more return.
Devil’s in the detail
how much of a fool
how stupid I mean
did they really think I am?
One way in
one way out
death comes to the one who dealt it
stunning blow
like hell I was going to fall
trapped
not me
always another way out.
Evil comes
evil goes
as I sight down
bead drawn
true evil though
will rise again
and again
until aristocrats realize
the plebeian will always win
their time
no more.
©July 30/20
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