Ugliness

Ugliness has a face, has a spirit
Ugliness has a hand, that strikes down the innocent

Ugliness has a mother
And a father
Perhaps a sister and a brother
Perhaps even a lover, maybe even a friend

After you’ve lifted your hand
And struck the woman and the child
When you’ve beaten the man to a pulp
And left them all crippled or dead

Who do you go home to?
Who loves you?
Who do you love?

Is ugliness a mask that you take off?
Do you look like this when you wake up in the morning?
Or when you go to sleep at night?

What kinds of things do you dream of?
What did you dream of when you were young?
Was it this?