TO BE BROUGHT DOWN AGAIN
stunned
empty
beaten down
the world conspires
to crush the soul
to break the spirit
and cause the mind
to ache for death
our days become
a sadist circus
with endless rings
of cruel amusement
for unseen eyes
that crave our pain
our humiliation
and degradation
at every turn
new banes arise
new forms of bleeding
to drain our strength
to sap resources
to suck out hope
from every corner
where even prayers might yet reside
we are the bird
beneath the cat
broken, bloody
yet not quite dead
flopping in our agonies
giving claws and teeth fresh play
while wishing death would take us hence
freeing us from pain
all that's left to us
is hatred
a burning fire that would consume
all things connected to that world
to tear all down
in conflagration
to purge all taint
of the damning race
- Brendan Tripp
02/19/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp
