Tag Archive: Rage


A Lesson in Empathy

Hide the guns, hide the bleach,
Keep the razor blades,
Out of reach.

This will prevent suicide.
This is all it takes.
There is nothing left to do.

Lie to yourself if you need to,
But removing the means, the ways,
The methods, the tools,
Does nothing at all.

Without a hammer in hand,
An average human will grab a rock,
And pound in the nail.

When cutting branches from your kid’s favorite tree,
To prevent them from falling and breaking their arm,
They will use a ladder,
To reach their favorite height.

Whether by creativity, ingenuity,
Or necessity,
Repression inspires revolt.

Being forbidden to partake,
Increases the desire more.
The well-behaved turns into a rebel,
When their forward paths are blocked.

Out of sight out of mind will only work,
For the ignorant,
The weak-willed,
Or those foolish enough to believe,
That they can trick themselves.

If the production of guns were banned,
And all existing guns were destroyed,
The number of death by guns would decrease.

Congratulations,
You’ve achieved your result,
You’ve dropped the gun deaths to zero.

But the overall statistic will not have changed.
Why?
Because you’ve been fooling yourself.
People aren’t killed because of the tool,
People don’t die because of the weapon,
People are the cause, guns are the means.

Even if all guns were outright destroyed,
And production halted,
The hunter,
The hobbyist,
The terrorist,
The enthusiast,
Would find a way to reproduce the weapon.

With suicidal thoughts harbored in the mind,
All that matters is the end,
And the ends justify the means,
Even if the options are one fewer.

Bleach, guns, window panes, neckties, and sleeping pills,
Are one and the same,
In the eyes of the desperate.

They are the one thing,
That will make them happy again.

We mustn’t address the means,
We must address the cause.
Suicidal tendencies, psychopathy, sociopathy,
Rage, insanity, trauma, depression,
Are what we need to shine a spotlight on.

Not on hiding guns away from our suicidal children.

I’m sure you mean well,
But you’re doing nothing at all.

Sympathy is useless because there is no connection.
Showing someone you care is not understanding.
All anyone wants in this world is to make a connection,
Even just one connection,
That says, without words,
I’m glad you’re here.
Your life has meaning,
And I would not be the same without you.

Make that connection and they would not want to hurt themselves,
For fear of hurting you.

Start saying,
You matter to me,
Instead of,
I feel your pain.

We all could use a lesson in empathy.

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Here We Go

Bad day
New hate
New anger
Same me

Boiling up beneath the lid
Temperature increasing
Steam building
Pressure rising

Steam fighting
Low whistle
Deep rumble
Water rising

Fire lit
Fire blazing
Anger stoked
Hatred building

New comment
Same disinterest
Same lazy daze
Same toothless grin
Same cold soul

Lid jumping
Steam escaping
Pressure abating
Not enough

Lid flies by
Viewers sigh
Words escape
I can’t erase

Suckerpunch
To the ego
To the soul
Here we go

Boiling over
Water sputtering
On the hot coals
Steam rising

Crushed ego
Trampled ideals
Destroyed persona
Injured being

Fire gone
Water calm
Steam escaped
I can’t erase

Triumph in sadness
Conquest in anger

Burnt skin
Distinct surprise
Distant eyes
Hidden rage

Torrent calmed
But not for long
A new comment
Brings it back

Bad day
New hate
Same anger
Same me

Here we go.

“Here We Go”
by Jacko Velt