Retaliation

Sisyphus’s task would never end
But mine’s not as large ,I see  that now
My god, it nearly drove me round the bend

Who would help me,lend me their right hands?
No, they criticise when they should bow
Sisyphus’s task would never end

In  some  families dwell fearsome “friends”
I  am a  verb. my meaning is no noun
Ah God, they nearly drove me round the bend

Why such hate,I do not understand?
We must not stab a person who is down
Though Sisyphus’s task would never end

In all our human hearts dwell  vicious trends
Sadder is it ,still, to be a clown
By God, they nearly drove me round the bend

Violence to  a traveller might astound
Retaliation, is the notion sound?
Sisyphus’s  task would never end
Did it  drive the  ancient  round the bend?