I was thinking to offer you some sympathy.
Your eyes held a memory of agony.
You've made up your mind, it's plain to see.
Apparently, anger has it's own legacy.
Information and wisdom are not the same.
Our passions are also, mixed into the game.
I am sure that the truth, was your only aim.
When you came to realize, you were not to blame.
The hurt child within you is on a campaign
to put an end to the evil, by force restrain
access, to the scene, of heart's bloodstain,
some vestige of innocence, to retain.
Can't you see that the anger, that you contain
is the very same one, of which you complain?
Auditory evidence of your disdain,
used against others, for personal gain.
The anger that rallies, to our self defense
is made the reason, a blanket license.
If you decline to spread the offense,
(those who are fearful, by love convince)
You'll not let rage, be the torch you pass on.
Why bestow on others, the same victim-hood obsession?
Satisfying is, the new day's dawn,
When all of the vitriol and anguish is gone.
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