The Victims’ Appeal

I have not a single clue
as of what I have to do
There has been a misunderstanding,
and you’re ever so demanding
Not listening to what I have to say,
you’re standing in the way
Nothing I have done,
and yet at me you point your gun

Sharp eyes follow every
solitary movement of mine
I fear for my life and pray
that I actually have nine
Anger rides through your lips,
spitting, fuming at me
Only I see all this shit,
which they all fail to see
You, with no sympathy,
take a step forward,
With shaking knees
I take one back,
suddenly cornered
No time left to deem a jury
No last minute defences left
You bubble and boil with fury
In peace I shall not rest

All this hatred all this rage,
I’m thinking that it’s too late
Every word, every curse,
makes it seem like it’s me
You hate.