Rage

Static in the atmosphere

Thunder rumbles loud and clear,

A flash of lightning, drenching rain,

A rainbow, and all is calm again.

I may cringe at but I don’t cower

At a spurt of anger that soon blows over.

But—

The sullen lava smoulders low,

Building up for a mighty blow,

As an erupting volcano.

With its smothering ash and fiery glow

And the unrelenting lava-flow

That sears the flesh and chars the bone,

And itself petrifies to igneous stone.

This is the anger that I truly dread

For it runs deep and leaves all of us dead.

 

 

 

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