Critical Correction

In my most recent poem, "An Autollegory," I tried to gauge my ability to write meaningful and relevant things without having experienced much in the way of hardships. I proposed a solution to that problem with personal introspection. My error was in looking solely at myself, and not enough at the world around me. After accidentally exploring some things online, namely "Fort Liberty," as well as reading comments about the recent school attacks that absolutely appalled me, I have come to rectify my mistake. This, combined with the cumulative actions I've seen at "one of the finest institutions of learning in the world" by "the cream of the cream of the crop" I have realized that it is the WORLD'S fault that my voice should have any weight, because I remain (God keep me thus) a marginally moral individual. Most of the world is going to the dogs.

Critical Correction

*(Most accurately read out loud with clenched teeth)*

My fingers shake, my ears both pound.
This vile screen swims 'round and 'round
Inside my mind, a wild beast
That ravages the mental feast.

My stomach knots, my clenched jaw sears.
To watch the top, the best of peers
Dismantle any moral sways
And toss them in the blazing haze.

My throat constricts, my eyes burn hot.
This fury in me I knew not,
Which gnaws and bites my self restrain
And tempts a blast of highbrow pain
To overload and loose its chains;
At last--AT LAST reap vengeful gains.

What scum surrounds, what filthy souls
Corrupt by imps with evil goals.
I'm saturated, swamped with it,
And no quick bath will rid the spit
Of vermin's words that, uttered out
For all the world, like sewage spout.

Do they think? Have they minds?
They toss Humanity's dry-picked rinds
To feed the poor they will not see,
Content to take and spew and pee.
They arm their young, and send them off;
Like demon spawn they weeze and cough
Their message to the thoughtless scamps
That give them soapcrates for their rants.

They have no wall to check their voice,
For by our laws they claim their choice
Is safe from scorn, well think again!!!
I THIS day promise to begin
The bloody struggle of moral fire
That has been beaten back by dire
And heartless rogues that aim to kill
This country's meaning with their ill
Interpretations of our laws.
They choose (surprised?) to clamp their jaws
Around the throat of struggling faith
And shake the bodied soul to wraith.

I’m done, though still not entirely calmed. You still have no idea how angry people are making me. I know I’m not the only person who tries to be decent, but they’re getting so hard to find. And THAT, the rarity of anyone outspoken for morality, not any ability or experience of my own, is the true reason that I write compulsively and why I feel like my words NEED to be heard... which they are not. It aggravates the living daylights out of me.