The Angry Ones

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As from a pistol

fury flies off from the dark.

A million and more words

each one hits its mark.

Sweating and infected

watch him as he runs.

He’s just like us

he’s one of the angry ones.

 

The time for putting things right

has come and gone.

Everything is set

to change from now on.

Look alive my precious daughters

be filled with hope my dearest sons.

He’s just like us

he’s one of the angry ones.

 

Hold fast to what it is

that you never did believe.

He who looks to give

is he who won’t receive.

He can’t love at all

therefore he only shuns.

He’s just like us

he’s one of the angry ones.

 

We sit amused

by his declarations.

Funny how we

have no reservations.

Bellicose and raw

he captures our attentions.

We hang on every lie

dear leader mentions.

 

The tipping point

is dead ahead.

What’s done is done

all conscience fled.

Put down your pens

pick up your guns

He’s just like us

he’s one of the angry ones.

 

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