Every soul has its own silent burning vendettas
No one is a saint on an isolated island—vendettas
Why should we not break justice back into our own hands?
Human laws have just as many inconsistent vendettas
Our infinite ever increasing obscure secular laws
Punish harmless fools while freeing true tyrants—vendettas
The rich and powerful, as always, can do anything
A slap on the wrist for fulfilling their own vicious vendettas
White collar middle-class bourgeois bathe in TV revenges
They get away with much, excused for being fine compliant—vendettas
The poor unlucky working class, minorities, exiles, wives, and outcasts
Have little choice in finding justice in courts that assume they’re violent—vendettas
I, a poet disgusted with corrupt courts and lawmakers will stand defiant always
Until wealth, power, and fame face the same punishments as poor and minorities—vendettas
ROSE KNAPP is a poet, novelist, short story writer, multimedia artist, and music producer. She has an experimental novel forthcoming and various poetry publications in Commonline Journal, Blue Lake Review, Poetry Pacific Magazine, Indiana Voice Journal, Shot Glass Journal, Chicago Literati, and many others. She currently divides her time between Brooklyn and Minneapolis.