Righteous anger?

Wonderful

gigglinginthegutter

 

What use to me is an Ism?

When face to face with life’s chasm

Your just anger, just a spasm

Turning boundary to schism

 

What use to me is your Cause?

With its darkness-tight’ning claws

Its axles greased with our flaws

Splinter’d death by legal clause

 

For joy is formed of love my dear, whose timeless energy

Our will’s embodied mass my dear, bound up by constant-c

For fire and rose unite my dear, maternal reverie

Which legacy of love my dear, is truth to set us free.

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