In their image and likeness He was a man, who tried to be kind,
Respecting others and their views,
Quiet as he went about his work,
Liked by most,
Found to be weak by others.
This caused them to discount all that he was,
Showing contempt towards one they did not know,
Understand,
Nor cared to even try,
Scapegoat-ing is so much easier,
Even if the reasons not understood,
Neither self questioning, nor introspection,
Occurred to them,
Justice never entered into it,
Just the cruel joy of causing pain,
Conscience free,
Freedom comes in many forms,
Each with its fruit at times, though slow in coming For we all plant seeds in the souls of others.
The scapegoat did not understand,
Their cruelty was beyond him,
He tried to reason to no avail,
As time past he gave up,
Closed up within himself,
No protection found,
Things got worse,
Fear grew in his heart,
Dread took deep root digging deep in his wounded soul,
Causing new life to be born,
Something new that he feared, but helpless in its grip,
Like a force of nature it grew,
Hot, red, wild, soon all consuming,
His inner world became darker still,
A work of art, a mockery of God’s grace
Made in his tormentors image and likeness.
Yet quiet knowing not how to express it,
Until,
One day,
It happened in a flash,
They came for their cruel sport,
Others followed wanting to see the flaying,
Enjoying the pain of another they did not know.
A word said, a laugh with contempt,
And their creation came to full bloom,
Transformed before their eyes
Like lava from a powerful volcano he came into new being,
A berserker he became,
Kicking, cutting, killing, without remorse, those who tormented him,
None remained untouched,
Some killed,
Others crippled for life,
Such was the power of rage when consuming another,
Hungry for the life force of its enemies.
Those who survived had their lives ruined,
Bitter fruit for taking one as weak,
Who in fact was merely kind,
For a time reborn into their repressed image and likeness.
Be careful the seeds planted in another. |