Notches in the bed post mark the betrayals.
Loyalty is for the highest bidder,
but betrayal by any other name
would sound like empathy compassion pity worry.
Viewed through eyes of black and white,
intention plays no part in this world,
differentiation has no place,
and the means mean nothing to the ends.
The running score is etched in stone,
of grievances clung to like a cross.
Some how the score never falls in favor of another,
justified by vigilante logic.
Subscribed to old testament morals,
is an eye for an eye enough for this blood lust?
When the initial wound is caused to save the whole,
can it really be viewed as a wound at all?
