by ISIAH
Hiding from the powerful,
An alias to use peacefully.
The horrible enigma
that intimidates foes, equally.
The rancor that is used
won’t be used graciously.
It’s horror, but not fiction–
the laws we stand by
are ironic by definition.
With the insane imbeciles
asking why I must disdain
this world that we live in,
not knowing the truth.
Could you bear to bare the truth?
Our lucidity as a whole
is a timorous horse let loose.
Our so-called leaders
attempt to pacify us.
They don’t know that we hate them.
Let them comfort us
from our insipid sins.
They should know we are
only doing this because of them.