“Listen you fuckers you screw-heads you cunts”

He never talks so no need to ask them to listen
He used to talk

He builds his strength so he can destroy
He used to protect

He thinks and reads so he can express himself
He used to write

He looks at beautiful things to avoid the horror
He used to keep an open mind

He embraces a religion which he despises
He used to fear his damnation

He has knuckle dusters in his glove compartment
He used to bestow benefit on doubters

He sang his babies to sleep and raged against wrong
He curses children and cracks dull skulls

Here is what you made him
before you
Here is what you wanted from him
Here Is
Here Is
Here Is

© Wolfgar 2019