A poem

It must be a hollow feeling

to produce

countless “victim fights back”

against

sneering venomous bully scenes,

then

in some snatched moments

realise

that you were, and still are the bully…

controlling

the revenge narrative, flooding us

with gun porn.

It must be a hollow feeling revealing

your truth

that freedom is the illusion

you dangle like a lure

to catch the beautiful speckled trout.

Chris