The Prophet

I didn’t mean to make you cry;
I’m not that kind of one.
In fact, I’m gentle as the sky
And loving as the sun.

But, when I take a look around
And see the world in flames,
I can’t but let my rage resound
And curse the culprits’ names.

In that, I’m like those in my youth
Who screamed and snarled and spat,
And all because they loved the truth
On which their “betters” shat.

So, please, don’t take my ire to heart;
Infuriation’s just the start.

Photo by 🇸🇮 Janko Ferlič on Unsplash

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