Anger seems palpable.
It stacks the atmosphere with need;
Feeding on the seeds sown
By ancient words
Heard in cribs and cots
And not forgotten.
Hate
Mates with mindlessness
And the mess made
Mutates
And fills the spaces left
By indecision,
Adoring the vacuum
And flooring sensible communication
Until debate
Is left defenceless
And all that remains
Is a wailing screen
Of noise
Screaming for release;
Awaiting a chink of tinder flint
To spark the whole Goddamn mess
And burn the world down
Before the sun ever
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