We are
So easily dismayed
In these roving tides
That coddle our infant rage

Awash
With vengeful
And seething thoughts
We expunge
Our diverging truths

So easily swayed
To our temper’s brink
Our thoughts all fray
And fuel
Our wandering disgust

Speak softly
Mindful of all
And keep to the droves
So full, on their aimless
Rage and wrath