Jeff Richardson
Perhaps, it was spawned from bestial necessity; a fire, working its way through every aspect of the human kingdom. It always seems selfish and bent on destruction. Rationale is mocked by it and chased from the marketplace. Delighting in hypocrisy Politics becomes its religion, the Houses of Justice its plaything of evil writ. Suicide, it’s god and maiden for the easy way out. Always the same. For it is Madness that lurks in the garden and skulks within the house. And now I fear it within me.