The Beginning of Democracy by matteobertelli. A very good observation, and an insightful one as well.
What is Anger?
What is anger, but a fleeting passion?
Or is it an all-consuming fire,
Turning all in its path to wastes, ashen?
Anger seems to never stop.
It burns like a dry forest
Flames leaping, crackling—pop!
Anger is an obvious emotion;
It travels from soul to soul,
Never ceasing once set in motion
But if it is anger you want to beat,
Simply set your heart free
Release yourself in anger’s heat.
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This is a poem I wrote a few months ago. It is probably one of my more well-liked ones.
