Anger

To cast a vote, he thought and wrote
On the board, he scored another note.
Of why he thought he caught the stoat
Of dreams, he screams but not denote.

The blessed theme, to dream is true
To run is fun when skies are blue
And yet, I bet in all we do
Is stay to play around the pool.

I feel surreal but in a dream
That you do too and I could scream
Is time the crime, does milk have cream
It's sad - I go mad beside the stream.

I look in the book, the pages are torn
The bind to remind me that I was born.
In a year not feared but many were sworn
On oaths, where both would face the dawn.

I stink of the drink that I toasted today
When war killed a score before melting away
Where he died, as he tried in skies of grey
To diffuse the abused but got in the way.

Goodbye, I cry and the tears do fall
From my face, the disgrace that will kill us all.
From the son to the gun, the shadows grow tall
From bowed heads to the dead and the very small.

From this life, to the wife who holds the child
From the man to the ban that made him wild.
From the mother to the brother frustrated and riled
To me as you see so corrupt and defiled.

Lies my worth, my rebirth, ho such a lie
I can run from the sun, but I'm not shy.
I look in the book and the truth will fly
From my mouth heading south on the day you die!

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