this fistful of rage
will bring death despair destruction
on the doors of this dour construction
that has me locked away from my home, my people and me

this fistful of rage
is the nectar of knowledge
that preserves the history of me within its flaming embrace

this fistful of rage
burns away sweat and passion in the dishes i do once a week
i broke a cast iron pan in half on a night when my alter stood meek
unable to quell the dry dehydrating heat brought on by the vision of a future

bleak , endless, toil

this fisful of rage

will one day foil

every smug sage

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