A scorn of shame

She's an ordinarly looking middle aged-woman, wearing conservative clothes and holding a carrier bag. She's shouting at the top of her voice as she walks along, the same phrase over and over, 'for those who want to harm us, a scorn of shame all upon them'. I repeat it in my own head to hold onto the words, over and over, and by the time I get to some paper I feel a little crazy myself.