Riddles


Riddles

By Christine Diamond


Who is this?:

I scare you to show that I care

I twist thoughts to make you exposed; bare.

Today’s goal is to pick on the weak

Next week’s agenda is to prey on the meek

I fight your individual liberty with flair


Who is this?:

I venture into public, pests fogging up my path

Strangers glare at me with a fierce wrath

My leaders tell me I am dumb

So that I will remain numb

As I succumb to the mistruths, and sit in a psychological bloodbath


Who is this?:

I tell you to look at those who are oppressed

But it’s really all about the contest

The stories I share of lives brutally beaten

Are just an afternoon snack that I’ve eaten

It fuels my sense of control, I will not rest


Who is this?

Brother and father clash verbal fists

Mother and daughter shun one another with self righteous lists

Parent and child are lost in this battle

Losing our humanity, transformed into glass eyed cattle

All will be lost, if we keep slitting each other’s emotional wrists 


Why are we doing this?

The fear is climbing ever closer

It is mutating into a crumbling rollercoaster

Of feeble arguments that lie 

No one will look me in the eye

No more. It must end.

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