If you continue down this path,

alongside venom and wrath,

the grip that steers you now

may divorce you from the past

 

Campaigning out of spite

and starting needless fights,

cheapens effort made

to prove you might be right

 

Is resentment based in truth

or rants relayed to you,

should you reexamine basis

of what is real and what is “news”

 

The hype that cheers crusades,

where con men promenade,

discounts any gratitude

for growls of the enraged

 

Martyrs of unbelief

dig up a sandless beach,

tunneling into bunkers

torment helps them reach

 

Seething won’t help seeing

claims a crook’s decreeing,

to warrant fresh injustice

they’re eagerly aggrieving

 

Rampage takes the reins

if temper blurs its aim,

revolting out of reflex

with vengeance in the veins

 

This anger that you ride,

polluting compromise,

craves a liberation

peace cannot provide