Anger doesn’t live across the sea,
Nor among the rare breeds of humanity
Because Anger creeps beneath the trees,
And pounces upon you quickly
As Anger calls down the rains,
She soaks her friends and foes all the same
Because her soul won’t be in control
And her wind blows them crisp and cold
Storms of hate will leave her weak,
Amid the silence, Anger will wait,
While the heart whispers warnings, far too meek
Advising herself from isolation’s bleak
With haunted eyes and heavy heart,
Anger will watch from afar
And when the solitude solidifies,
Anger will know her fate in time
One dawn will break hatred’s window,
And the gentle sun will defrost the soul
The heart will again, know the beat of man
Alone, Anger will not stand
Anger is not born across the seas,
Upon the skeletons of faded things
Because Anger is born from humanity
It is we, who give her the chance to breathe
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