The poet warmly invites readers to express their feelings on the subject this poem exposes.

 

WRATH

 

Wrath comes from within

It comes from within us; it comes

Like a geyser, it surges up

Like a volcano in eruption

Burning

The burning miasma

Wrapping it all, the wrath

Like a tsunami

It surges

Like a vomit

Empties the soul

Nests in the bones

It warms up in the heart and freezes it

The hands, the voice, the lips

Tremble

The mind is but an ice cube

Burning

The eyes burn

Wrath burns in the eyes

It comes out, seeks an exit

And explodes

Wrath contains acids

It’s an acid container

A container suddenly broken

The acids disperse

Gases mix with the air

We all breathe

Wrath spread like a forest fire

It expands and reaches the entire body

The entire nation, the entire world

Wrath wrote mankind’s history

However, wrath has a history of its own

It started as a seed

That grew to become a tree

A dead tree

A dead tree that is alive

Alas, don’t water that tree

Wrath is a dead tree that gives fruits

Poisoned fruits

Our actions are the fruits

Our hate and our actions

Actions of hate

Hanging from the Tree of Wrath

Which wasn’t in the Garden of Eden

Let’s get together

Cut the roots of that tree

Let’s cut the umbilical cord

That attaches us to history

Which is the history

Of Wrath.