The force that generates the waves

The force that generates the waves

The foe who stimulates our rage.

The  fierceness of the hurricane.

The flash  floods  and  the  lashing rains

 

These dangerous forces  we each know,

Dwell within as passions flow.

Rage and hate and jealous minds,

Make tempests   cruel and unkind.

 

Is there a  brief moment of  choice,

To stop us heeding instincts’ voice?

Are we  helpless in red mist

As  we clench our naked fist?

 

To  kill our foes  is  tempting but

Do we need what they have brought?

Do we need to add their view

When we determine what to do?

 

Bite your lip and count to ten

Listen hard especially when

The   stormy rage grips hard and tight

And tempts us into yet more fights

 

Since the first cities were made

Men have fought for land and trade.

Is it possible to live

With a life alternative?

 

With the eye of predator

Wily brain and weapons more,

Men can kill without much thought

And  say their gods tell them they ought.

 

We need to build  a channel clear

Through which can flow our rage and fear.

Let not the anger claim your arm

But seek instead for spirit’s balm.