Violence

violence is ugly; it is rough

violence is insolent, devious and evil,

he lured the little ones into his house

like so many before him throughout history

a death den, tortured molested maimed

and murdered the little boys one by one

sexual pervert, predator

buried them under his house

while dressed as a clown

to do his vile deeds

violence is insolent, devious and evil,

violence appears almost sublime

as when a beast stalks and kills

another beast to feed

violence benign as when the bear

that killed for starvation's sake,

berries were in short supply that winter

so that it killed and ate a human once

which by tranquilizer it was put to death

violence is rough, it is unsightly

against the grain of love

it is necessary and it is not

nature's hurricanes and her quakes

her molten lava, her polar shifts

her droughts and tsunamis

havoc wreaks

her acts are violently benign

and violently maligned,

as when mechanical forces of heat meet cold

and their aftermath of a peaceful plain

of a calm spring day

violence intrudes malevolently aligned,

as when the thief one night

broke in and pillaged;

he was about to leave the house

when caught by a young lady

she looked so fine, he laid down his sack

and pounced on her with vile attacks

her father disturbed, heard the noise

rose from his bed with a .45

and blew his brains against the wall

of that pristine home

and red upon his own, daughter's robe

an act of violence justified