Anger, Why so much anger? This palpable anger, Pent up, bound up, Working its way out. Angry At him, At her, At God, At everyone Including yourself. This tension Is tangible, This blood, our blood, Is spilling On pages written And Feelings hidden. Dead ends, The deep end, How far will you go In your search for Contradiction? Where is the boundary To self-deceit? In time The time will come To consider the Next generation.