Bloodless Torture


A heartless beast,
Bloodless torture at his feast.
Absence of dungeons and cells,
Kindness is at it's least.

Deep wounds: result of a sharp tongue,
Piercing the heart, liver, and lung.
Relentless creature with a superpower,
Targeting men, women, the old and young.

His presence alone injects fear,
An emotional illusion there and here.
He encounters a sick satisfaction in this,
So smug; the pleasure is clear.

A heartless beast,
Bloodless torture at his feast.
Absence of dungeons and cells,
Kindness is at it's least.

Public infamy is the preference,
Every last fact is a negative reference.
Those that stand with him are palpably extorted,
They too discern the difference.

Psychological warfare is his mark,
Planet earth is the park.
Worse than a terrorist,
The bite not as big as his bark.

A heartless beast,
Bloodless torture at his feast.
Absence of dungeons and cells,
Kindness is at it's least.

Not a single Human Rights violation,
But surely an evil representation.
Parents dead in his infant years,
Survived on the streets knowing not of their expectation.

Hope still exists,
A restless hero rising from the mists.
Showing this beast the bitter truth,
Verbally rather than with fists.

A heartless beast,
Bloodless torture at his feast.
Absence of dungeons and cells,
Kindness was at it's least.

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