Trigger

We are useless in pain, rage & overwhelmment.
Golden rules of life lived from under a helmet.

Envy & greed are really nobody’s color.
However, without grist & strife, all grows duller.

We lob our virtues from safe cover like grenades.
Arguing in agreement, while the ringing fades.

Life seems cruel at the bottom; surviving on mud.
Yet, most lows, mids & highs are just born there by blood.

Every lot suffers its own perceived oppression.
Most acting out dramas for trauma’s procession.

I believe it’s rare that one sets out to cause harm.
It’s just that each life’s course costs both legs & one arm.