Rage

Rage

Rage is the tempest and storm tossing sea.
Rage is reaction to atrocity.

Rage comes from grief, from the pain of a wound.
Rage at mistakes, but there’ll be more made soon.

Rage at injustice, against death, at the Fall.
Rage to keep going if there’s no going at all.

Rage with the knuckles and rage with the fist.
Rage with the voice so no rage will be missed.

Rage for the broken, the weak, and the lame.
Rage against God or the devil by name.

Rage, oh, the rage for the light from the dark.
Rage through the shadows as if they’ll depart.

Rage in the silence that broods just before
Diplomats fail at the outbreak of war.