Violence is a Hippie

Violence is a hippie.

She drives a blood-red

moped

with peace stickers on the back.

Her hair is the color of wheat.

Her skin’s the color of the beach.

Why’d she choose this disguise?

Of course: to deceive.

Because nothing is as it seems

under chaos’ broad regime.

So be careful who you trust.

And be careful what they mean.

Rare to find a snare laid bare.

The discovery is commonly

born of

a snap and a scream.