Some people trod the Earth
Of the Earthquakes caused
By their aggressive gait.
They do not understand
The collateral damage
From the hurricanes
Produced by their shouting.
They believe the world is flat
No dimension other than what is seen
They do not think of the aftershocks
Or of the aftermath.
They do not know that
The applicant they berated
Suffered from anxiety
And that their vitriol caused a panic attack.
They do not know
That the sales associate they screamed at
Lost faith in it all
And took their own life.
So much drama
So much pain
Caused by seemingly little things
Things they do not value.
They believe the world is flat.
They are consumed by conceit,
Which they swing about like a club
Apathetic to what they may break.
They do not know the value
Of that which is shattered.
They do not know the value,
Indeed, the weight of their abrasion.
Behind closed doors,
Vile arguments and abuses occur,
Agony and hopelessness breed,
Desperation drives men slowly into the depths.
Narrow trip wires line the way,
And they stomp through them,
Igniting claymores, never looking back
At the effect of their ignorance.