Anger is like, a toxic waste
Flowing forth, its raging haste
The results of anger, on the face its worn
A dark black aura, like a thunderstorm
A loving heart, it shies away
Not knowing what, words to say
An angry face, with flashing eyes
Creating enemies, with karma it ties
No place for love, to find its way
The loving ones, they will not stay
An angry heart, the words it shouts
Not staying to listen, anger storms out
As its power driven mood, pollutes the air
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| Photo by Tryphena Louise Williams (c) 2011 |
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