Maybe men
who rape women
should be
held down violently
against their will
and castrated.
Maybe women
who murder babies
in their womb
should have their
uterus removed
with scissors
during the abortion.
Maybe crooked cops
who kill innocent citizens
should face
a firing squad.
Maybe an eye
for an eye
isn’t such a bad idea
after all.
Maybe justice
is something
that has to be taken
into one’s own hands.
Maybe the State
is the biggest
mafia criminal gang
that has ever existed.
Maybe arsonists
should be drowned
under water.
Maybe drunk drivers
who hurt others
should be run over
by a car,
or made to go sober –
whichever would cause
them the most pain.
Maybe liars
should have
their tongues cut out.
Maybe thieves
should have
their hands chopped off.
Maybe loan sharks
should have
all their assets stripped away.
Maybe war profiteers
should be
blown up by a landmine.
Maybe oil executives
should be
doused in gasoline.
Maybe it is time
to stop playing patty-cake,
and use our hands instead
around the throat of injustice,
strangling a little karma
back into
the grand scheme of things.
Maybe blood for blood
is the only way
to make the world
clean again.
Maybe it is time
to start asking
some difficult questions.
Maybe it is time
to start answering
through snarling teeth.
Scott Thomas Outlar survived both the fire and the flood – now he dances in celebration while waiting on the next round of chaos to commence. Otherwise, he keeps things fairly chill, spending the days flowing and fluxing with the tide of the Tao River, laughing at life’s existential problems, and writing prose-fusion poetry dedicated to the Phoenix Generation. His work has appeared recently in venues such as Section 8 Magazine, Dead Snakes, The Chaffey Review, Corner Club Press, Black Mirror Magazine, Dissident Voice, and The Kitchen Poet. Scott’s first attempt at a blog is 17Numa.wordpress.com.
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