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The Fate of the Contemptible

This poem looks steadily at a form of moral blindness that refuses self-reflection.

It is not written to inflame anger, but to trace how cruelty, when left unnamed and unexamined, turns inward and destroys the very person who wields it.

What follows is a meditation on accountability, denial, and the inevitable consequences of living without ethical awareness.

 

The Fate of the Contemptible

 

There is no word for contemptible

in this mans vocabulary.

The very concept is missing.

So even when it is pointed out,

he cannot comprehend it.

 

He is called to account for his contemptible words and deeds.

When criticized, he doubles down with arrogance.

Thus, to point it out

is to pour oil on the fire.

 

There is no anti-moral restraint called contempt

within him.

Acts of contempt are carried out without hesitation.

So even when exposed,

he proceeds as if nothing were wrong.

 

His contempt invites harsher retribution.

He reacts excessively, choosing only hostility.

Thus, to confront him

is to unleash further recklessness.

 

The more contemptible the man,

the more he exaggerates his own righteousness.

With venomous speech and fear,

he rules through self-righteous domination.

Resistance is worn down,

and people submit without a fight.

 

The contemptible destroy themselves,

unable to recognize their own baseness.

They perish in hatred born of persecution.

They are ultimately condemned

as wretched and inhuman beings.

 

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