Love is always a brutal act of violence,
The unwilling submit to the stronger,
The aggressive take what they want with defiance,
And the weak suffer for much longer.
Those who are beaten into submission,
Retreat and stare awkwardly from their cave,
The mind is left to suffer contrition,
To lick the wound and dig the grave.
Try if you can to have a wistful view of this inane cavalcade,
For without indifference Life is an unbearable creation.
The temporary gift of this miracle that will fade,
And the fact that Life ends in Death is the great desecration.