When Anger Takes Over

There will be a time when anger takes over. And all other emotions fade. Where madness turns to power, To which diesies are made. Where the people who think that they own the world, Who have hatread swelling around them in curls, Allow the poor to cry out in hunger, And the rich to eat till they hurl. Then the monsters that don't like others, And think that they all should die, Lock them up in lice ridden cells, While they laugh, and say it gives them a good high. How life above, up in the sky, Will even fall to its torcher. They'll start wars, create plagues, Until one cannot even trust they're mother. But for those who were lost somewhere in the middle, Were given a gental gift. The man who came upon the day, And hoped to kill anger will a holy riddle. The children had come upon the streets, And sat on the man's soft knee. They learned of love and caring, Which filled the streets with glee. Then one day, while the new year raged on, The people came with harsh accusations. He had told of love He had defied the nations. The man had tried to end anger, But failed. Anger had won, it finished its deed. They made fun of him as his life was taken through hatread that was nailed. Into the earth. Life. Everything. With a horrid, angry force of sheer strife. No more emotions on the rise. Only broken hearts, And starless skies, And people throw angry darts. There will come a time when anger will take over. And all other emotions fade. Where Hitlers, and Satans run the world. And the earth's death bed is made.