a wise one said
inside my head
that anger never serves
it tends to bend
justice’s ends
in ways that only wreck the nerves

“you’ll not see any victory”
my psyche’s sage did then declare
“twill bring but pain and misery
allowing rage the captain’s chair”

but pled i knew
that devil’s due
was flippant more than facile
“am i not right
to stand and fight
as dignity demands we wrassle?”

so now the angry rub’s all wrong
and conscience tests my moral cage
to square the hell no soul belongs
i shan’t succeed upon this page

Peace/Love

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