I don't want to write about violence
it's much too hard to think about
all the pain and hurt we give each other
concealed with hate and doubt

a raging river, the endless stream
we all fall in sometimes
perpetrator, victim too
complex connection paradigms

it's normal here, will always be
at least that's how it seems
so many find this status quo
is something of their dreams

mild mannered monsters
hiding in plain sight
they lie in wait, unknowing
they'll set your life alight