All I saw was anger
Not a spark of love.
Those fiery eyes
Burning into mine,
Taking up my
helplessness.
I just stand there and
look
Through tear-filled
eyes.
No apologetic fidget
in the chair.
Just plain old
harshness.
He is a son of the
soil.
He moves with the sun
so easily.
His hands have a
strange sting.
Will there be time
For us, for me?
Groping for patience
To hang on a little
longer.
While his hate tries
to drown me
There is an anger in
me. Yes
There is an anger...