the sociopath irony

the sociopath irony

A Poem by delapruch
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s/he who will get locked away,

fried in the chair, lethally injected,

gassed, hung or shot by a firing squad,

resides right in your home town,

right in your neighborhood,

right round the corner &

without the ability to feel guilt

when s/he lies, cheats, steals, rapes,

beats or kills someone,

s/he’s considered to be a major threat

to the stability of

“western civilization.”

 

and yet, it is said that

most “normal” people don’t make good killers &

that those who join the military have to undergo

such “training” (brainwashing + drugs)

in order to be able to do it efficiently

without the side-effects that would come

with doing it as a civilian &

still, it is said that many soldiers aim high

or do their best not to kill,

especially if in hand to hand or

close combat,

unless they are pushed to extreme limits.

 

the irony is that those that our tax dollars

send all across the world to stomp on others in the name of our great

empire

(our great policeman of the world),

are those least likely to do what they are being paid to do,

while those that threaten us on a daily basis

here at home,

silently & secretly,

are the kinds of individuals who can win wars.

 

we humans celebrate the sociopaths

when they kill in our name

when we’re on the side of the winners &

history will be forged in such a way

as to show that what said sociopath leader did

was indeed great,

that in our time of need,

s/he killed without conscience,

s/he killed indiscriminately &

had s/he not been doing it to “them,”

s/he might have been doing it to

us.

© 2012 delapruch


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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..