Rage

A force far deeper than our anger

Elemental as a storm

Annihilating all before it

Terror makes our rage deform

This force, thinking self is threatened,

Runs to rise and to protect,

Most murderous when we’re most alarmed

Rage an enemy detects.

Over-riding other feelings

Depriving of the power to think

Like a nuclear tsunami

Disconnecting human links.

Reddened vision ,focused ,narrow;

Eyes locked onto enemy’s

All the wider context losing,

Wipes out our good memories

Like a mother tiger fighting,

And the cornered eagle’s force;

We will destroy what we think other

Without bitter ,pained remorse.

Nature made such to protect us;

Yet our perception can be wrong.

Once the flood of feeling takes us

All reflections seems too long

Later, if we see our victims,

Will we know that we have erred?

For hate deceives ourselves and others

When our inmost terror’s bared.

How can we step back and ponder

See life from a wider view?

How can we become less blinded,

So we see our world anew?

Succumb not to final despond

Succumb not black despair.

Often there are those who see.

Often there are those that care.

Tempered by reflective wisdom

Rage can change when understood.

When we find another being

Who helps contain our frightful flood.