Valentine's Day massacred by me,
Doing nothing noble:
I prefer to read, passively living out
An uneasy time.
Read & feed my face,
Losing my temper with children & dog -
Though trying to be kind to cats.
There was talk of physical revolution.
That & Education.
I can't think of anyone
I should murder.
To decree death to another
When the Self recoils from the Void,
Suicide is homicidal.
No, whatever's wrong with the world,
The fault lies in our minds.