My Monday Metrical Musings #239

red moon during night time

Blood Thirst

Can you smell it
Feel it
Taste it?
A thirst for blood this season

I can smell it
Feel it
Taste it
A thirst for a scapegoat
A lamb to the slaughter

Who knew even friends
Would be eager for our blood?
To right a perceived wrong
Taking us down in their quest for
Answers that no one at this point
Hasn’t already given ad nauseam

To that tragic disaster
That unspeakable horror
Yet whatever’s been shared still
Hasn’t assuaged
‘Tis only fueling more inquiries
More endless accountability

Forgetting that we’re also humans
We’ve been dragged through this bloodbath
For not months but years
And when things feel almost done
Our knots untangled and nerves settled
You’re ratcheting back up the pain meter for us
Like a relentless bloodhound
Out for our blood

How long more, how long?
Are you going to drag us through another round
Of this cruel unmentionable tragedy?

Is it til we’re all bled out?
Til your thirst for blood and revenge
Is satiated?

When oh when
Will your blood thirst end?

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