Shame. A Pox on Species Human

​What form doth vengeance present, its face a smiling guise
A moment of sudden force, its force a brutal surprise
Flesh, bone and mind, a casualty left behind
Power, control, oppress, designed to destroy and grind

Innocence repealed, a damaged soul recoiled
Senses cramped in pain, a being most soiled
Justification, a focus most direct, don’t see
Pain inflicted, arrow from its quiver, ripple set free

Weeping sore, poison extracted, poultice prepared, for you
Pestilence pervades, rancid aroma enters on cue
Your conscience, in quandary, nostrils filled with fear
You judge yourself, yourself convicted, you hear