If you know these things,

What is there to argue with?

Yet you take something,

Even as you give.

To offer just exactly what

The vulnerable crave –

Then subtly sprinkle

With harsh, uncompromising

Conditions – that

Is to spiritually enslave.

You never see, or touch, the final pain.

My thoughts just spin around.

Now I can’t stop going there again,

And again, and again, and again.

You know.  I only feel.

What is there to argue with?