My New Clothing
Anger has become my clothing
I wear it to party and even to church
Yet God said don't wear this clothing
Because the attire is against what I teach
Then, in obedience to that injunction
I hung anger in my wardrobe
And pretend to obey the instruction
When it's my favourite robe
Oh, miserable me!
I need help
Not for pleasure though
But with all my getting
To get understanding
Of this monstrous contrast.
For I wish in the depth of my soul
To bid perpetual farewell
Not to anger though
But to the spirit behind it
Copyright © Ndubuisi Umezulike | Year Posted 2020
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