Hot temper, bitter words
Flying insults, dirty birds
Pent-up snarl from the soul
Heard the half, now here’s the whole
Feelings raw from being hidden
Hell erupts as pain is bidden
To share the anguish of being slighted
Fussy memories, unrequited
Shocked to perceive and be accused
Vehemently denying, yet still refused
Layer upon layer, vicious sound
As our home burns to the ground
Can’t we cease this devastation
And abandon all retaliation?
Or must we struggle to the end
And watch the truth gradually descend
To overwrought exaggeration
White noise buzzing from every station
If no one listens, how can we hear?
Violence threatens, we tremble in fear
Stop the madness, no logic impresses
By ranting about the current messes
I need breath–just some air
You’re so mean, completely unfair
I once loved you with all my heart
So much damage–where can we start?
Yet in the midst of the emotional debris
I still desire a way to be
Your heart again, sweet and real
A tender caress, a path to feel
God forgive us as we scream
And help us save our crumbling dream.
Published by Jonathan Cring