Vanquish

July 21,2009 9: 22 pm

It makes you curse, it makes swear
It makes you mad, roar like a bear
It feels hot when you keep it in
But when released, can damage the living

A dog was kicked around his back
Respect had gone, he made an attack
Relentless master shocked with the sting
Everyone is not equal to the law of being

Rush of blood from the pleasant plains
Rise up to the vines of smelting veins
Heartbeats haste with every word
Intent to hurt is against the world

Breathing it in, blowing it out
Expressing the truth can’t bear the shout
Unless compulsions were given a chance

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poem by Ozi Law
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