Knows not, but answers no,
You’re but a felon, fellow!
Now in this day and age,
I’m the judge and the jury!
Says she; your supervisor
Please, the receiver goes dead.
Still others wear choke collars
Fashioned by gun politics.
The tried standard of law and
Order bypassed by inward
Dictates and a sense of righteous
Superiority.
Mutilating hundreds,
Perhaps thousands,
For the sake of death by self
Prevention, oh don’t lecture me!
One might be inclined to say,
But wait, there’s no lecture here,
No discourse, no deep plumb
For meaning or new reasoning,
Just plain power grabbing;
Powerful, intoxicating,
But short lived and fleeting;
Your profession but a cloak
That falls off leaving you naked,
Exposed at last to the Just Judge.
The Purifying Fire
Cleansing but not consuming,
Loving and full of mercy;
Reeling in horror,
Your darkest corners revealed:
Sanitized by light, Divine light.
Gary Edward Geraci