When The Storm Rolls

The irate wear the garb of thunder
Raging and raving in turbulent anger
I don’t grovel I don’t grumble
Calmness strains against foible

The quarrelsome spoil for a fight
Pelting the righteous with odious slight
I don’t grovel I don’t grumble
Sanity strains against trouble

The mischievous acts as advocate
Twisting facts and logic to implicate
I don’t grimace I don’t growl
Fortitude blights emotional brawl

The crafty banter lies to subdue truth
Creating conditions which stifle growth
I don’t despair I don’t regress
Rage will succumb to irenic calmness.

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