Friday, September 25, 2020

Trying In 2020

 Kill them with kindness, I am told

Worth a try, I think

And so I am kind

And kinder

And kinder still

Yet they live

Goddamn them

Perhaps I need a sharper kindness

Or a blunter, heavier kindness

A kindness clad in armor and wielding a battle axe

A kindness dripping in the blood of their loved ones

 

Do they have loved ones?

I think them incapable of love

Incapable of sympathy, warmth, compassion

I think them devoid of all the better human qualities

Will they understand kindness when they encounter it?

Will they react properly?

I am committed to killing them with kindness

But it just takes too fucking long

 

(NOTE: This is a poem I wrote last night. It is dedicated to exactly the people you think it should be dedicated to.)

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