Contentional Dissonance

Perhaps in hypocrisy I make my plea...

Pleading and pleaing that I enjoy...

laughing at my fellows who in their thoughts...

I detect an err or pride to prick...

a fault of nature to be my whipping boy...

As I see clearly but not always aright...

but for my cleverness and pricking I find myself empty...

My energies sapped by regret...

knowing that I have the gift to end the pain or start it...

knowing that I'm oft confused as to which does what...

I write and plead for words to stop being swords and knives...

yet cannot put away my own for fear of attack.

What an awful mess we make...

a people and earth on verge of war...

where word and pen do gunshots make...

men bleeding on sidewalks for lack of speech...

truly free as those who find and take offense...

gawk at the gory scene and say to selves...

it served him right...

Cant we see it us that bleeds...

dying by inches and miles...

blood on hands and pen...

as start we controversy for only to watch...

the war as it goes on below...

Gladiators without a cause...

Striking blows for events we caused...

Their blood and cries of pain...

prayers to our heathen gods...

to stop and yet to give them victory...

in efforts that were not Gods hand...

to make an end or start but ours alone...

Such things on our conscience cannot the rain rub off...

We must change.

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b. Malin 6 years ago

Wow! I am deeply moved by this piece. Thank you for writing it!


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Jaggedfrost 6 years ago Author

lol I am glad. it seemed a bit disturbing when I wrote it but I couldn't stop my pen, truth be told. I seem to do a lot these days.


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twolittlehands 6 years ago from Utah

Many years ago at a Young Adult fireside with a police chief as the speaker, he told us of a (then) recent suicide. As he led the investigation, he asked himself the gnawing question: did I do all I could to prevent this? And he asked us to consider also whether our hands were totally clean from the blood of this young man. It is a sobering thought. Have I always said the kind thing, the uplifting encouraging thing?


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Jaggedfrost 6 years ago Author

My life has often balanced on the kind words of others that I can remember when things get too bad. I thank God that I was able to push through moments when the temptation became a palpable option.

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