In suffering we thrash about
Desperate for even a brief respite
From the electric fence that
Bars us from our Just peace.
As our pain envelopes us
We become indifferent to the damage
Our struggling inflicts upon our fellow travellers.
In turn they lash out blindly
Trying to escape their own pain
And the spiked wheel turns.
It takes an incredible force of will
To hold still
Grab the wheel and slow the turn.
It in much easier to give in
To the opiates of rage and indignation
With their hollow promises
Of simple easy solutions.