He wore wrath on his sleeves,And rolled them up to his elbowsLike an armoury, bare-knuckle fightingWith the ghouls of an ego bruisedBy the hands…
I stand in the cold corners of the thoroughfares,
Demons on high horses doBattle with forbearance asHumility runs out of patience,Wounding arrogance with aFatal blow to the kahunas…
Swallowing my pride I listened to the vicious, inappropriate language being spoken. Hate had me dazed and confused. Although, whilst each…