Rage unchanged – Rage untamed
Could you hear the colour of rage
Could you smell the sound of rage
What is it that makes you spit & bark
Could rage unfathomed
Be a soft laughter escaping
The insidious warlord
Could rage be the bereft
The raped, the raper
The aggravator or traitor
Rage burning and rage feeding
A soul rage-torn-war-torn
Hate filled burden
With rage flowing in place of the blood they spilt and spent
This is the sound of rage
It is silent and crumbling
To know true rage is to know your bleak end
Could you hear it if you failed
The sound of rage arrives
To conquer your feeble jaw
The bone will splinter, the ribs will shatter. The village will burn, the children will die, cry, and be feast for flies. Women taken and shushed into the night.
Metal clangs at your war drum beating, clanging, banging. As Bullets fire and aspire to reach your final dear sires.
Soldiers come, soldiers laugh, soldiers taking, raping, thieving, desecrating, killing and quelling
Crop, shelter, & future.
Let fires feast & the warlords stay seated intaking their bloody treats. Upon their death-stained thrones sipping down my rage & fury. Sitting in destruction, and malice with rage settled for their receipts. Only damaged children linger amongst the corpses, flies, mosquitos, stds, diamonds & gold coughing up future rage.
This is the sound of rage; from generation to generation it passes for a wonderful inheritance. A gift for envy, and greed so parasites grow red, with mouths oozing black
Waiting, for their rage
To come back.