Rage

I rage like a rising river

Bursting my banks

Flooding my plains

Not to be contained.

 

I rage like a cancer

Infecting a body

Wasting tissues

Destroying cells.

 

I rage like a farmer

When my crop is ruined.

I can’t feed my children –

Helpless, hungry, prayers unheard –

 

I seek a bullet to make piece.

 

Kerry Vincent © 1993 (When the Mississippi River was flooding)