The people who live in the dark
plot their schemes on invisible charts
Intrigue and unsavory intent
Sustain the bitterness and bile
That bends their worlds out of shape
They crawl on their bellies beneath
a darker sun
Servants to the lesser gods
Twisted beyond reason
Wronged by the world
The worms that eat at their insides
whisper a litany of injustice
and call for revenge served neat
on dirty broken platters
Who taught these dogs to bite?
Who placed such hatred in their hearts?
Was it Satan? Or was it mom?
Who placed the mantle of corruption
on their shoulders
and anointed their brows with spite?
Who knows – who cares
where the beast within was born?
Illustration by William Blake