Questions

It starts as a low rumble

You can’t quite place its source

It’s like the sound of a distant train

As the big diesel engines pull up the grade

And their sounds reverberate through the canyon

Soon the low rumble rises up to a deafening roar

As the power and energy seem to grow beyond the possible

Then with all the fury it can muster

It surges past, almost pulling you from your feet

In a flash, it is gone and you are left to wonder

Anger is like that… It comes, it flashes, and then, hopefully, it is gone

But why?

Why must we give into anger?

What do we lose when it comes, what have we lost when it goes?

Can there be nothing to calm the anger?

Today we are a nation of angry people

We are inflamed at the injustice of about everything

Or we are outraged at those who are inflamed

We condemn, we belittle, we bemoan

For it always they who are wrong

When did we trade our sanity for the absurd?

Why did we stop our reasoning to choose hate?

Where did we thing we would go, to find peace?

Who are we that we are always right and they wrong?

What will change this state?