You Make Angry! Poem by Major Elazia

You make me angry
I hate the way you talk to me,
You have no respect to me,
After all the content of my wallet is all you care.

You sweet talked me to get your service,
And rudely dumped me on a seat,
One or two obscenities is your normal language
The moment I raised my objections

I hate your arrogance,
I softly ask for my balance and you shout at me,
And your pilot wants to stop and throw me out,
Just because I told him to watch out the potholes on the road.

Mr tout, I will alight without my coins,
And Mr Driver take care of humans you regard as chicken life,
I boarded another bus to my destination,
Peace of mind is sweeter than a moving cage of hell.

I read it in the newspapers a day later
The furious driver lost control and everyone died,
Only a baby child survived
And I hate the pain of those who died
Somebody made them die in vain
I hate it all, but I still have my life