Before the Rainbow

True Victim

9 True Victim Woe is one pioneering these consanguineous Cantankerous brood. A king trailed by His queens, but you, this deficient driblet Trailing, I recognize not. I have heard of the bad seed, You are more like the bad egg. Everything about you reeks, Your actions, sitting in judgment. You stand at the spot marking time, But like a commanding officer, you speak Dishing out orders, commands and conditions. Your actions like a fire truck Announce your deeds and approach Only for you to forage in the cascading waves, Grabbing straws of victims for your ranting; Refusing to come to terms with your Stringed blunders and like Peter, Rush to the betrayed in quest of pardon. I see you as a veritable stallion, riding high In your pride, but in its wake the fall. You heed nobody, hence you surprise even Yourself; this waste. None is there for you to blame: When the tunes were being played For you in counseling, you danced but To your baseless dreams Even as the hours ticked by. Finally even the tortoise was At the finish line, yet you dined 10 On your ego, your pride, your recalcitrance And now you forage in the annals of time Like a human tornado attempting to seek Havoc and earn pity. We had proofed our homes and all Long ago, your storms are sterile. We had wept for all long ago, our sorrow Like the desert drained our tears. Now we have none to share as you come to; I hear the bridegroom approaching. You must today fulfill yesterday’s obligation. Sing my name, chant it, damn it; You bother me not. Your created tales Placate only base buds like yours Hungering for idle gossips. Great minds judge For themselves rather than follow Reptilian tongues lacing tasty Snippets of Scheherazade’s brew. ...