Raising Cain

Want to think of something belligerent to say
but the water is still

Can I shove my peace down your throat
so you can speak for me
when I fall silent?

Want to voice seven prima facie objections
but friction is flatline

Can I spit up your sold-out justice
so the wobbling scales
have a safe place to crash?

Want to bite the tongue that lies so sweetly
but teeth are fasting

Can I bury the sugar from cane
so the dirt licks dry
all the blood on your hands?

Want to dream of new wars to devise
but the river is calm

Can I laugh at the karma recycling
so the next spin burns
where light fears to tread?

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at 17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.