Anger

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.