The Price

A mind consumed by rage 

enters a desolate, hateful stage  

it seeks sharp blades or bullets    

that drives the hand to strike and shatter

aiming at the heart of a hated foe

swearing to erase the enemy’s life

and even his shadow

But the hunter cannot see

the poison of hatred 

coursing through his own veins,  

is a venom that blinds his soul 

to justice and forgiveness

He finds release in violence

but it is only temporary

it does not grant him peace  

and the time will come

when he must pay the price  

with his own blood

By Shih-Fang Wang

From: United States