Rage
By Tim Egan
You bring me your fire and I’ll respond with hell
My rage screams barbaric, yours can only yell
Your rage is paltry, your rage is pathetic
I breath rage that is haunting and prophetic
Your so-called rage slaps at air limp-wristed
My rage melts beams until your world is twisted
Your rage levels at children and the innocent
My rage fights your refusal to be benevolent
Your rage is driven by your lack of empathy
My rage is driven by your lack of sympathy
You stand shaded behind walls to be protected
My nakedness has no fear of the pain you subjected
Because….
My rage allows me to be naked
My rage grants me freedom
My rage repels fear
My rage fires my passion
Written 1.2022
