Cleansing

There are some feelings in my heart, Feelings wanting to make themselves felt, Feelings that I wish to sort out for a start, Feelings that I later want to get rid of as well. There is a feeling of anger in my heart, For all those beings with screwed up mentality, Harming innocents by their gruesome brutal acts, And getting away despite all their profanity. There is a feeling of disgust in my heart, For all those inhumane beasts out there, And for all those who defend or protect them on their part, Blaming the blameless with a superior air. There is a feeling of sadness in my heart, For all those suffering needlessly, Affected by inhuman acts from near and far, And by cheaters who betray their trust shamelessly. There is a feeling of indignance in my heart, For all the injustice happening around, Where the guilty are defended and are free to dart, And in the wounded innocents the fault is found. There is a feeling of fear in my heart, For myself and those around and close to me, For having faced it once at close quarts, Death is something that I least wish to see. These all feelings fighting in my heart, Boiling over and making me restless, A solution to this strife I am trying to chart, So that ultimately I can get my heart cleansed!