Feud’s Fruit

Seeds of hatred are grown in fertile soil. Seeds planting sowing hatred are ethnically religiously politically grown in fever festering fertile soil. Stand against mine I’ll burn thee. If I can break spine. I’ll take thine. Down cinder sown strewn path. Burn down ash acid rains. Corpse covering thrown quick lime coat ribs struck reef beef broken battered bones. Upon rent spent uprooted life. Wasting mortal potential plundered. Fruitful future essence erased. Better to turn anger never unleashed an unstruck cheek... Isolationist policies unsullied safeguard wash supposed lily white white-house hands. Escalate erroneous pacifist indifferent. Condemnation contagious concentration camps seal abnegated intervention undertaken. Justice is never retaliatory. Blind animosity swordsmanship. State organized well organized vicious killing machines flavour savour. Maniac midsummer’s nightmare. With staunch sweet sickly sway stomach spewing smell. Putrid tortured decaying, broken body parted parts. Recurrent shameful mosaic; imitates millenniums of slaughter continues to plague; scattered provinces peoples countries ideologies demon; spurned across time unabated. Emotions are animated feelings; experienced victim first hand horror is state institutionalized; barbaric bred blood letting. Each fermented act premeditated; calculated brutally enacted is murder. Is fresh hatred; violently viciously sown. Sacrifice claimed supposedly enacted; reprisal justice intermix in agitated. Blood washed hands. Vigilante red hands. Words festering crazed demonic hatred; are carved tortured burned; disseminated typically into living powerless; innocent civilian flesh. Humane virtuous doctrines demand enacted retributive justice? Yet countless atrocities over millenniums reenacted receive none? Individual blame administered inadequately resolves national policies, hunting hatred humanity prey. Justice does not postmortem decrease intensity felt pain nor prolonged fear tormenting dying victims. Silent slaughtered ruins attest ripe war crimes waist deep, corpse sown strewn rubble. Booby-trapped ruins blast, out metaphorical twentieth century, defunct death knell. Sentences nefarious, indifference's scapegoat, enacted evil. Copyright © Terence George Craddock Written August 1st 1991, in response to ethnic cleansing in several wars which solicited no meaningful intervention from the international community.