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With our social (media) spaces getting invaded by toxicity, I take a gritty look at the phenomenon of abuse through a poetic dialogue.
A War of Words Between a Victim and an Abuser
Abuse?
Just abuse
Just like that?
You want excuse?
You want reason?
Justification?
Apology?
Really?
You must be kidding
I think you’re disturbed
You really don’t know how it works?
Dolt, that’s the way of the world.
That’s pure bunkum.
If you allow me a minute,
I’ll put things in perspective.
If you only want to hear yourself speak,
go stand on the roof and scream.
You can complain in solitary splendour
Trust me, no one will hear
all your raving and ranting.
I beg to differ.
My words are measured
My arguments coherent
My tone is controlled
I have done nothing to be mocked and trolled.
You think I owe you a response
for the abuse that is “well-deserved”.
As a matter of fact, you do.
Stop mewling like a baby
Look within
What are you doing
to force people to stoop to such lengths?
Oh God! What are you doing to draw out the worst
in people who won’t even want to hurt an insect?
Why do you get so easily worked up?
Your very existence is the bane of this world!
Your blood-shot eyes, your clenched fist,
proclaim your self-triggered malice.
Go away! You self-pitying dimwit.
Why are you determined to tear me to bits?
How tiring it is to get rid
of even a speck of dirt!
In case you didn’t get the clue,
it’s a reference to you.
Yes, you got that right.
That speck of dirt is “You”.
You and your ilk deserve to be kicked in the butt
And yet, I try my best to ignore you pests
But you give me no credit for my restraint
I give you enough time to breathe …
Before I strike again.
So, what’s your bloody problem then?
You’ve called me a clown, a b*tch, a mad cat.
Oh, so you take offence to offensive language!
Since when was “b*tch” an insult?
I use it as an endearment for my female friends
Not for you though
With you, I’m in deadly earnest.
It’s amazing how you proudly defend what you do
with such a malicious intent.
And since you’re so eager to offend,
I’ll pave the way for you to say
whatever pops into your head.
I will scream till you take to your heels
So, you better keep your mouth shut
It’s in your best interest.
Tell me, what’s wrong in abusing
the bleeding hearts
feeling for every bloody cause?
We’re ruining the world
with all these crusaders, truth-tellers,
Good Samaritans … whatever.
It’s time we stop pampering
these silly do-gooders
bent on protecting cry-babies and weaklings,
unfit to handle the slings
of a fate
determined by the high and mighty,
whose word alone carries weight.
Have you spewed all the venom
coursing through your veins?
Looks like there’s more coming my way …
Yes, you moron, I’m not yet done
If abuse is the destiny of some
useless cat, dog, human …
Why do you create such a mayhem?
Are you afraid of taking responsibility?
Afraid? Me?
Not even in your wildest dreams!
I’m stronger than steel
with a great sense of responsibility.
I keep people in their place
so that no dares to dream
of a world infected with fairness.
To hell with democracy, diversity
and all that claptrap!
Let the mighty rule with strictness
and use every means
for their worthy ends.
All that I can gather from your tiresome tirade
is that there is no end to your meaningless hatred.
All right, now I’ve had enough
I know how to set straight
you and your kind—
the scourge of this age.
Insult, abuse, malign, isolate
Banish all talk of uniting with our “brethren”
Or healing the trauma of so-called victims.
Those who know the art of abuse
are also spurred on by their muse.
Never heard anything more gross.
Who said abuse is ugly?
It has a special kind of beauty
that you whimpering fools
will never be able to see.
So, get lost instantly
and set the world free
from your unwanted presence.
The world is not your kingdom
There’s place for every single person
You can bully me all you want
But I’m not going to run
You’re blinded by Hate, my friend
But Hate is a beast with a limited lifespan
Sooner or later, it overplays its hand
That’s when the game ends.
Hate is its own enemy
Don’t be its willing slave
It’s a free country
So, why choose to be in chains?
Despite all your toxicity,
I’m willing to shake hands
It’s never too late to make a change.
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