Injustice in front of your eyes;
Close your eyes; that’s better.
You may shout; you may cry;
As valiant as anyone;
A sound much needed.
You call me anger.
Justice suppressed behind you;
Eyes are open; but no use;
Shattered dreams;
Suppressed freedom;
Echoed an unwanted sound for many;
But a sound much needed.
You call me anger.
Not always needed; said the wiser men:
“Not great purpose always; at times it’s undesirable
action.
Never met the purpose; a useless truculence.”
No, they were wrong; purpose was never there;
Just a human sound, like tree’s friction in the
forest.
Friction can’t be stopped. It’s nature of wood.
It’s natural; you call me anger.
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