Violence can take hold of anyone;
It strips away the virtues of what one was;
It is the thing that breeds contempt in one’s soul,
It forces them to lash out from the depth below;
A depth so dark where terror fills the night,
A place so cold that Hell would never know,
A silence so loud, it would drive one insane;
So grim this place, no one could ever brave.
These “Ones” whose virtues were compromised
Seek vengeance against the deviants of immoral genocide;
To lash against the transgression wrought upon their souls,
To reimburse the deviants ten thousand fold.
Retribution will be made on their day of reckoning
As these deviants will regret the pain and suffering
They invoked upon the “Ones” they wronged.
For now they wish they never engaged
In their acts of brutality and incoherent rage.
Justice has set forth and finally prevailed.
Violence by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse