Oppression, Pain, War, the darkest ones, have stalked:

the woman in her,

the human in him,

the person in me,

the people we are,

as a forlorn obsidian silhouette,

believe my words:

You cannot outrun a shadow.

 Stare, admire, applaud the way she, the way he, the way we wear history’s sorrows and sins swathed around scarred necks.

 As a chain of rubies, crimson jewels,

 a bloodied choker,

a celebratory medallion;

 and they, perhaps you, will yearn for it, mouths have and will water with desire, for the ornament’s enticing beauty.

Shocked? Why so?

 Mankind has always found loveliness, tastiness, in the decadence of bloodshed red.

Violence stitched precariously with the shaking hands of men, into the blanket of history hued grieving black.

Peace…….,

since Genesis,

has been a glaring anachronism.

Heed your ancestor’s lessons, their great teachings!

Be ambitious with your mercilessness!

Why beat your chest to the electrifying audio of a drum when you can beat the chests of your wailing enemies?

Why simply shoot fireworks into the sapphire expanse of the sky when you can shoot bullets into the fragile expanse of a heart?

Why return home to the warm arms of a loving woman, when you can bind the struggling arms of another, engulf her with your own strength.

They find a stunning excitement in her resistance, his resistance, my resistance!

And her shrieks, his shrieks, mine; to them, perhaps to you, will sound like singing, an inviting chirp, a tune carried by the howling wind.

Howling in fear?

Howling in sorrow?

Dear God! Has even the gentle breeze been corrupted by mankind?

For if it has, when it has,

it shall howl in laughter.