Rows And Rows Poem by Raj Dronamraju

While it is nice for you in the way streamers and presents and people jumping out from behind the couch to surprise you is nice and while it is nice for you to rise above the inborn pettiness of the prole
Sometimes it just feels good to hurt someone back and harder hopefully than they hurt you

He leads you to where rows and rows of jittery folk like you
Await the chance to see their most poisonous moments unfold
And the chance to daub that poison in another's eyes

So they cannot see the whole story and have to relive the parts where they were bad to you and others
Roll the stone to the top and watch it roll back again to the base of the hill

This should affect the atrophied conscious, wear it down and scrape away the rust
And plant it in the front row
The rows and rows behind await their own confrontations wherein they will demand a partial and not an impartial verdict