Anger Poem by Timothy Faboade

It roars like irked, wily waves
On the flooded, bloody seas.
It like a snail coming out of cave
Walks with a great hot breeze.

It pierces numberless calm ears
Downward towards the hearts.
With anger, its victim's mind it steers.
Its short, lethal time is hard.

What wage can settle any rage
When it turns an old to a child?
Anger when loosed in the cage
Boils in mind like hellish Tide.

Oh! The profits it leaves can't be told
When it becomes calm and cold.