The Belligerent Wanderer
The satisfaction of slitting one’s throat is not my own.
The thought of killing another person, taking their life away, does not sicken me.
Whereas, sometimes, the sides are flipped and I care about it more than anything.
How could someone do such a thing? Take someone’s own life away…who gave them the right to do so?
How is it possible that someone could find the strength; and will to make that decision.
These are the thoughts echoing in my head as I think about murders and death.
But, when I am moved by anger, and become livid, these questions are easier to answer.
The strength is in you, reserved, just waiting to be used for your will.
To take someone’s life away…it all depends on who it is.
So what if they’ve done a few good things in their life; many people have. That doesn’t make them wholly good.
They could be just as evil as you view me, and now how do you feel?
Do you feel different, now that I’ve taken care of a potential serial killer?
Because they could have just easily found the will that I’ve managed to reign inside,
We all can. So, why can’t people understand?
The evil need to be extinguished, by someone who is equally evil, because they won’t feel the need to have mercy.
They won’t feel “bad” about killing someone.
They’ll do the job, and keep moving on.
Because that is what the belligerent wanderer does.