Red Rage
Red looks glance round
From snub-perceiving face.
Red rags stand out
For testosterone-filled bull.
Red mists crowd in
On unconsidering mind.
Red hate peers out
From anger-blinded eyes.
Red rage screams out
Through hasty, profane lips.
Red fists fly fast
With unimpeded strength.
Red blades slash deep
Through soft, submissive skin.
Red wounds gape wide
In feeble, mortal flesh.
Red rain drops down
On heat-soaked paving stones.
Red tears spill out
From stricken kinsfolk’s hearts.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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