Feeding these Ireful Times

Feeding these Ireful Times

We’ve heard
But we hardly know
We speak, enraged
Never stalling to breathe

‘Till we strain for a wisp
In the upswell of anger
No mercy in our words

For our fellow man’s a fool
Who couldn’t possibly know

We cascade like dams
In a thunderous decline
And surge with distress
With venom and vile

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