Full of Intentions

I hurl a spear of

influence-wresting skills

from my oppressors;

it has a launch capacity of 60 feet

with an accuracy

penetrating to the bone

I can run after my foe

with enthusiasm

not heeding any caution from

caring friends:

to vent anger not fulfill it.

I can fling my weapon

with discriminate vengeance

to secure a place

below the breastbone;

yet I can also declare a truce

in the imagination of my

mind; and I do.