Using anger to achieve justice. |
A Vietnam Vet disabled from war once followed the rule of veteran’s law; he had to appear with doctors once more for testing his pain and pension to draw. The wound in his spine from battles long dead affected his life like shrouds on a light; he had to rely on government bread for hunger’s assault and chills of the night. But once when he went as ordered to do, there was a brash doctor suited with tie; he slapped at the vet from out of the blue and yanked up his leg, producing a cry. Then five months went by as snakes without name made further assault to veteran’s life; a letter so cold said he was to blame, indicting the vet, thus causing more strife. Those shock waves produced from anger inside unsteady the mind and weaken the eye; with wrong upon wrong, no justice can bide-- this harmful intent conjoined with a lie. It was an anger that billowed with smoke, and even the marrow burned in his bone; for how can a vet, disabled and broke, stand up to this force when living alone? Yet he was lucky and blessed with a sense to channel that anger sharp as a tooth; he knew that these wrongs would have no defense with tale of that quack and medical truth. A neighbor so kind from right on the floor would visit the vet each evening at eight; red tape adds to rage and heightens it more like fires that burn in mindsets of hate. (The government runs a complex machine with gears that can grind exceedingly slow; but in two month’s time his will did not lean, and wrath took the lead in blood-burning’s show.) This vet got his back right up in their face by channeling rage to positive ends; and wrath walked away with dignified grace, ahold of a letter making amends. 40 Lines Writer's Cramp 6-19-20 |