Not Even In Their Places Kept Secret Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Remember when you thought it fun,
To dump on those
You believed had no allies to come?

And you did this,
With abandonment.
Blinded with merriment,
To pick and choose who to inflict.

Well,
As you enjoyed those moments with glee...
Those you depicted as your enemies,
Never considered to employ the use weapons...
To release upon you their grief!

There is no revengeful need to approach you in that way.
Not when truth produces such power...
That reveals and exposes,
Minds like yours devoured by their own deceit.

They will not have anywhere to rest in peace.
Not even in their places kept secret!
Not even if a return to the cracks and crevices,
From where they crawled...
Should smothered them in darkness.