I felt premonition

as a youth.

Just the thought of those words

is uncouth.

I saw much violence,

that's the truth.

Beatings and thrashings;

women bled.

Shriekings and screamings;

children dead.

Poundings and whippings;

walls of red.

Compassion was my curse.

I felt all.

Oh I felt every punch

killing me.

And I felt every boot

tearing me.

And I felt every shove

to the wall.

And saw the bastards' grin:

sickening,

hideous and ugly.

Beckoning

for me: retaliate.

reckoning.