Seething, I Am

Seething, then, if not angry.
Scorching mad, if not just mad.
I look at the corruption,
The graft and the greed,
And wonder but what anger
Is just what we need

These are tyrants we face.
These are the corrupt of mankind.
These are they who take innocents and children.
They who punish the falsely maligned.

Seething, I am.
Angry, I am.
Seething and angry, I am.
Seething with fury,
Angry with fire—
Taking my rage
Higher and higher.