We live in a time without retaliation,
of offense without retort.
Acting solely through arbitration,
crying for applause.
Injustice and injury
met only with whines.
Our knives are sheathed,
our hands are soft.
We defer our own pride,
we hand over our independence.
Fawning for the heavy hand of authority,
we play weak for attention.
Calling on pigs
to dole out petty penalties.
Every weak finger points,
but never closes to a fist.
The flock hides behind a shepherd,
terrified of their inadequacy.
Violent retribution
is a personal act.
One should feel their actions
red and wet on the skin.
Do we no longer know the feeling?
The rush of clarity
when one fully commits.
Rectifying transgression,
breaking the jaw of those that would spit.
I demand action.
I demand the returning of favors.
An eye for an eye,
an eye for the whole severed head.
Bear your own blood
if the crime is so great.
Take for yourself
if life or limb must be taken.
I leave this night
to look for sheep.
If I don’t find them,
any coward will suffice.
I leave this night
to look for sheep.
The world improved
if prey doesn’t slip away.
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