Frontal Assault

Glowing like incense on
The alter of indignation
Our anger burns red hot,

Scorching...searing nerve
Endings, touching everyone
In its branding-iron way,

Just so we can all know "this
Is my anger...feel my anger,
Come close and feel my hot breath",

And just the opposite happens...
People pull away...for it's love
That draws them close, not the

Hot spewing of angry words...
The frontal assault of "I am right
And you are wrong."


by: Cheryl Ellen Baxter (c)