Rage is the bastard child of Wrath and Pride

It destroys all before it

In Nice, France, its homage to death rises like heat in the desert

When will it end?

When we refuse to let it sleep with Pride

When we tell our friends

And enemies

So that together we may smother it

Rather than one another

Or our own souls

About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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3 Responses to Wrath

  1. Roos Ruse says:

    Reblogged this on Whats Next and commented:
    Make. Peace. Happen.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. DeniseBalog says:

    Excellent Mitch!!

    Liked by 2 people

  3. pastorross12 says:

    Thanks Mitch. Needs to be said. Needs to be heard. Needs to happen. Praying for those in Nice, France.

    Liked by 1 person

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