R I Ire
It burns deep on the inside,
this fire has engulfed my heart
Downtrodden beat beat beat
of oppression
Feeds the flame
of my
righteous indignation
A hot ire,
whose flames
keep ascending higher
and higher
Toxic by-products of hate
brings me so much ash disgust:
Refugee rejection ...
Nuclear fear proliferation
Hard coin slavery ...
Skin separation burns
of third-degree severity
So much crematoria greed
on the rise,
as the glow of compassion
slowly dies
It sparks a righteous indignation ire,
an anger justifiably judgmental worthy
Oh, how it burns ...
to see poor souls, crying
to the heavens,
innocently bleed!
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