No Anchor For Rancour
NO ANCHOR FOR RANCOUR
It’s loose, upset, resentful and bitter
And seeking solace, it’s not a quitter
Nowhere to stop and put down roots
And with burning rage it’s in cahoots
Maybe this grievance will never end
And into madness may just descend
It was a flame, now a burning ember
Such an insult one has to remember
Revenge will be the solemn pledge
As it smiles and sharpens the edge
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2023
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