Rage
Come sit with me
here at this table
that is set for you most days
Tell me -
squatting within
in niches and corners
ready
to rear your powerful head
to blow up tall
and sharp and righteous
to use your power like a punch
mind racing
screaming inside so loud
no thought can be heard
but vision of hurting
to clear things up once and for all
righteous like god
triumphant rising up
the winner
all white
no question about it
no hurdle in your way
flying high in sky-blue
Tell me -
where is the righteous one
when they lead you away
guilty
now you can scream inside
so loud
but no word will be heard
Copyright © Ines Kuhn | Year Posted 2009
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