To use the strength of anger to create

True love or hate, not sentimental gush
Are feelings that can energise and warm.
The words on birthday cards seem much too sweet
No rushing  love ; no hatred or hot fear,

To use the strength of anger to create
A book or child if we are blessed with mate.
Far better this than killing for release
Which cuts away the simple growth of peace.

Sentiment is cruel and perverse.
Claims to love but its brief is too terse.
Under sugared words we find dark rage
So hesitate before we turn the page

Hit the ball of life with all your strength.
For our  life is not measured by  its length