Flood Of Rage Poem by djemoi talbi

High waves of anger hit our life’s shore
Heavy rain showering the last virtue of our moral core
Death is, every where, knocking on the door

A shadow of fear covering the ceiling and creeping on the floor
A flood of exploitation and injustice feeding the next world war
Sickness and poverty increasing our sins’ score

Virtue is the best heritage for a kid,
Which, in his heart, we should store
It might be glorious and heroic to win,
But it’s divine to prevent a war
Yet…it’s not wrong to fight;
If you believe in what are you fighting for?