Charles J. Ingerson

ANGER’S PRICE

Carried forth with flags
armies go to war away
into the grime it drags
regardless of the day.

Anger’s price is lives
not caring who or where
just in hatred drives
with all it does share.

Inanimate but alive
careless but planned
nothing good to derive
only horror scanned.

Anger’s price is youth
anger’s price is death
anger’s price is truth
anger’s price is breath.

No air is found clean
the stench sickens all
nothing as it does seem
freedom’s last to fall.