I read a rant today,
Where everyone's to blame for them feeling enslaved.
Bitter with rage erupting in ink,
Not realizing the stench that wreaks.
No personal action to change out of love just victimized,
Spewing fear, anger, abuse an unholy trio stoking death.
Can't find abundant life and love when consumed with bitter victimhood.
Blame never brings permanent change,
Just leads to being insane.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.