Barbarity All Around Me

There is this barbarity around me. And although I close my tired, leaden eyes I can't close my heart and make it a detainee. My soul and I can't make it naturalise. There are times when bloodhounds come baying at my door. Stop, stop their howling, go, play, hide, and seek. and like a tortured ravenous carnivore They go cold, hungry, and morally weak. In human clothes, I can be cruel. Leave my cage and join that pack, bloodthirsty. Eyes open, war-hardened and frozen, burning fuel Is this life just somehow perfunctory? I don't know where these feelings come from. But all that barbarity makes me numb.