Feigned Virtues

by herespang

You walk under a

Proud banner,

Convicted of your vast,

Good Kindness

That none shall conceive

With ease—


But who kills


Second thoughts?


“For they are vermin—

The slaughtering of whom

Is only justified”


You rationalize,

Carrying another banner

With your quick hands,

Not knowing

You are


Larger Vermin.