Paul Simon put the poetry in pain, expressed in the song alluded to in the title of this post, "I fear I'll do some damage one fine day."
Damage is strewn about, and spreading. It starts with oppression, always. It sometimes runs cycles of relief and return. It spills out the end of angst, austerity, fear, and punishment. It can even show up in mass killings in places like Sweden and France; no Konys there, right? Vigilante neighborhood protection thugs chase down and murder children of a different race in the "Beacon of Liberty."
But some persist in pushing the people harder: kill their unions, take their rights, darken their future and hopes for their children, drive them without mercy, beat them down, scare them ... scare them I tell you!
That will work, uh huh. The right is not only wrong; it is a full out menace. It is painful, and there is no poetry in it.