Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.

Samuel Langhorne Clemens (Mark Twain), Author of Tom Sawyer

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Kettle-steam billows through my spout, and is spouted!

Rage, you arson, my blood you boil; My judgement burns, flouted.

Your fires are of hellish origin, your flames are fashioned in hell!

You are the cause for bilious derision, and man’s unmannerly yell.

Wars are fought on your battlefield, where corpses fertilize the soil,

Your grip on man is gruelling, he is entrapped by your coil.

You trick man into thinking, that by your power he can prevail,

Over inundations of irritation, and past, temperamental waters, sail.

But, when man is possessed by your spirit he becomes a brutish beast,

A ravenous lion surveying the savanna for meat to make his feast.

Wrathful Rage, I prithee, loosen your grip on mankind’s heart,

You squeeze compassion out of us and a hole of hate impart.

When Rage grips the mind, and through anger, escape you find,

Remember dear reader, you are a member of Human-Kind!

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Granville D. Austin