A poem about when people a third party attacks victims of manipulations and backstabbing simply for feeling hurt by or getting angery at the original attacker. This happens quite frequently in work places, schools, bars, chat rooms, and even within families. Stop it. Put the original attacker in their place, not the victim. Then maybe we can all get on to having a charmed life.
A shark attacks,
I say “ouch that hurts”,
and
“I don’t want that to happen again”,
the shark gets off scott free,
but, not me.
Stop it,
Stop it,
Stop it.
This shark is not acting on instinct,
this shark is not a creature of habit,
this shark is not a shark.
This shark is a metaphor,
a human who can not act humane.
So many sharks, always circling,
attacking,
trying to cause discourse.
Let me have my scream.
Let me vocalize my pain.
Gag the sharks instead of me.
Pain held inside festers and evolves
into puss filled infections.
Letting them out lets you evolve
into the charming author of a charmed life.
Let me… Please.
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