there’s blood on
your hands
for your anger––
there’s blood on
your hands
for your
brutality––
there’s blood on
your hands
for your savage
unreason & willful
capacity to
destroy
in five short months,
your mark on
history is
a swollen
gash
did your natural
portion of
kindness
drown in your
wealth?
the naked force
of your
ego
has warped
the soul
of the nation
& banished all
hope of
peace