Cornered

Cornered

She was transformed

At the intersection

Boxed in

Cornered

That’s when the gloves came out

Long and elegant and silky

Stark against her skin red dress

Poised for distraction

They stopped

Mesmerized

She turned

Frozen they capitulated

The moral of the story is clear

As we edge closer to war

The harsh reality that it brings

Devastation beyond imagination

Let her through

Get out of the way

It is when she is cornered

She is the most dangerous

We stand at the intersection

Where we must decide

Who lives or dies

Who gets the bigger slice

Machines of indifference race past us

Relentlessly

Devoid of compassion

Or anything that resembles equality

As they pass her by

She tries her feminine calculation

They smash together like charged particles

Potential energy amongst the twisted forms

The gloves will come off

And the battle engaged

Like a wounded animal backed into an alley

Shattering.