I Am On the Brink of Violence.

I have always believed in peaceful change, the Rule of Law, fairness, love and non-violence. Trump, Epstein, Ghislaine Maxwell, Gaza, Starvation, and the abuse of Children have all challenged that.

I am on the brink of violence.

No longer able to contain my silence,

Or content to have life unfold slowly

Since those who practice cruelty never rest,

Nor take a breath.

I have lived a life of reverence for love & the law,

But my faith is shaken in those north stars, anymore.

Especially, when abject evil is rewarded and applauded,

And consequences go unreported, or worse,

Are never borne.

I am on the brink of violence,

When I learn that children are abused

For the Rich and Powerful to play with,

Or be amused by their lithe little bodies

Lacking the strength to scream, or to resist.

I cannot contain my silence,

When children are subjected to sexual or emotional violence,

Denied love, compassion or simple humanity,

And made to question their own sanity,

As abusers imprison them in the narcissism of adult vanity.

I am on the brink of violence.

I have never owned a gun, nor desired one,

And believed all difference could be peacefully fixed,

Until power shifts, humaneness dies or drifts,

And then, the world we longed for, is long gone.

What is to be done to those who starve others to death?

Or take away the pure, sweet breath

Of children desperate to be loved, or fed, or cared for like a child?

What is to be done when their cries are met with silence?

How can one not be pushed to the brink of violence?