I calmly gaze around as my soul boils
Scathing insults hurled left and right
Carefully the serpent of my mouth coils
The victim of this lashing is not present tonight
They talk and guffaw,
They slur and slight
The sword of my mouth begins to draw
No defense is offered for the victim’s plight
She never deserved this and they know,
That even as they use her as a mop
She will never hear their hate show

Stop,

One, careful, quiet, calm command
And the silence comes like a guillotine chop

All stare in wonder
Their designs torn asunder

As chaos descends,
All separate, sulking members point at their friends

But one finger is pointing away, steadily.
It points out from the moping medley

Trace the line
Follow the floor,
Did you see the signs,
Of the weeping woman at the door?

 
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