The Face Of Anger

somehow in the mirror your face of anger
has distorted the lines of your face
you have changed
the dark hues of hate in horrible reds
have changed your hair into locks of fire
your eyes do not see clearly now
as they are full of cinders
your words are all screaming and
unintelligible
we like to help you regain the face of God
our waters of compassion are not quenching
our love have been all useless
you try to burn whatever you touch
and leave ashes of them on the grounds
do not blame everyone that abandons you
under the circumstances
it is the wisest and the most practicable choice
you consume yourself alone
hate has owned you
you have become another casualty of evil
and we are nothing
but helpless spectators.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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