Punisher Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
Punisher
The die was cast, the river crossed
He was forever lost to that peaceful shore
Now those evil doers would pay the cost
It was not justice he sought but so much more
How can we with insulated lives ever know
Our judgement from a distance falls far away
No power in heaven or deal down below
Could ease the pain of that fateful day
Love was the peak, the pinnacle of life
Who are we to point fingers of blame
They had taken his children, his beloved wife
Are we really the ones to call him insane?
A new man had risen from the ashes of hell
With the focus of a cobra and the panther's strike
Where he would surface they could never tell
He would pounce and punish, and melt into night
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9/19/2024 5:13:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The metamorphosis of a man who has suffered grave losses is beautifully delineated in this poem. Life can change one beyond recognition. A fact told with depth n finesse. Loved this poem.
I must admit that I struggle with this. I realize that some certain level of maturity is supposed to be reached wherein we love and forgive and turn the other cheek but I also believe that if somebody crosses a line and tears apart your world no government or law written, religious or secular can stop a person from acting out of something higher. Love lost to evil. At that part no threat of damnation or reward of heaven would matter.