Would you judge me If I picked up an 80 year old woman
And threw her against a wall breaking her into bonemeal?
What if it was a 35 year old man?
Head crushed on a toilet bowl?
What if they had stepped on my toes?
Or perhaps about, they were trying to kill me
Self defence you see
I didn’t want to be forced
I didn’t want to be coerced
And even if you knew their crimes
You would forgive them for being a statesman, a media man, or a bankster
If they rewrote the law so I couldn’t come for them through the courts
Of course what would an Irish man do?
Would you judge me if I picked up a 97 year old lady by the neck and said
“Excuse me, as an elected representative of the British public you voted against me in ways you can never imagine, you came for me, and now I have come for you. Well played fellow human, but I have won”
Would you judge me?
If the only thing between me and them is money
Will you judge me when the distance is closed?
When my foot comes down
When my fists unravel
When I pay back what is owed
Ten fold
@RiskDebonair
Irish Writer, Poet, & Lover