This is my response to the D’Verse poetry challenge around paradox.
I am the mother of deserved sorrows
I am the ender of the grief.
I am violator of the rapists
I am the robber of the thief.
I am killer of the killers,
I am the harbinger of fate.
I am the slayer of the ‘innocent’
that breached the children’s gate.
I am the puncher of the punchers
that break a woman’s face.
I am the Lord High re-positioner
that puts them in their place.
I am the fleecer of the businesses
that live by telling lies.
I leave their empty bank accounts
to the mercy of the flies.
I am the new messiah
that brings preachers to their knees
and opens up their honeypots
to the faithful’s bees.
I am the paradox of virtue
wrapped in the cloak of vice.
The warm blood of the evil
no match for veins of ice.