When my first strike landed
at last, you screamed for peace
to prevail in your precious little world.
You said this was a grave
injustice, that you couldn’t understand
how I could be so cruel with no remorse
after you’d treated me with such
“kindness and generosity.”
You begged me to look back
upon our fondest memories, and I did:
when you demanded my time in exchange for your flattery,
when you begged for my approval after every transgression,
when you ruined your own life and left me
trapped under the rubble of the house
you claimed as your own.
Scream for the land you stole in the name of false faith.
Scream for the lives for whom you claim so deeply to care.
Scream for the hope you destroyed in angels you wounded.
Scream, as you always do, for the sake of false peace.
