In the melee of tormented souls
Where dignity is hung on poles
There are bruises of all kind
To the heart, body and mind

In the name of love and lust
When the cadaver hits the dust
Buried are lies and bruises inside
Where ghosts of the past, hide

In the innocence of little child
Even hope looked and smiled
Abuse has taken ghastly new shape
Until their bruises turn into cape

In times where the old need care
Bruises of blood make it a nightmare
While all they want is to die in peace
And leave a legacy when they cease

In all of the screams for humanity
Ever since the world’s fighting for sanity
Some inflict bruises and deep forlorn
Towards gentle animals and their unborn

In the quintessence of modernity
Where fake is every truth and levity
There are few who bruise their own
So their realm doesn’t remain unknown

Published by Quotidian Blessing

InfoSec Director|WIT Mentor-Protege Vice Chair|ATA Convention Women's Forum Chair|Published Poet

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