an assessment

The king of interrogation
I would give to human rights violators
The kind of force
I’d use to end social sufferings
The kind of justice
I’d apply to all abuses
The kind of temptation
I’d be tainted with in your presence

The kind of starlight
I’d shimmer on this planet
The kind of humour
I’d wash over sitcoms
The kind of verse
I’d instill in my kind at age four
The kind of recourse
I’d persue should it all be violated

The kind of saying
I wish I’d be upfront about
The kind of ending
I wish I could reach carelessly