What Burning

What burning, tight’ning anger do I feel
Against these petty leaders of mankind.
If anger was itself a thing of steel
How sharp would fly the bullets from my mind.
Blast them for their pity-playing ways;
Blast them for their calls to sacrifice;
Blast the smiling lying of their days,
Their hate of reason—their man-denying vice.
Yea, blast, and sharply blast, obliterate!
Return them to the darkness of their fate!
Let truth come quick and stick them in the dust
Who haven’t earned the light above the ground!
Then let them gum the dregs of power-lust
And mouth their mothy nothings of no sound!

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One Response to What Burning

  1. Terry Joseph says:

    Wow. Good job!
    If you lived in Tidewater, I’d invite you to our monthly poetry readings. Shakespeare, move over.

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