Internal raging seas (let's stop them while we can) a m

poem by: Elizabeth J White
Written on Oct 03, 2015

People going to work on a perfect day had no idea about planes coming their way.
Husbands and wives sisters and brothers, aunts and uncles sister's and brothers
In their offices who knew was coming their final hours, great losses were coming 
for those in Twin Towers. 
What was the internal rage of the pilots, no justified motive will ever be clear
A rage and hate , no worry, no empathy and no shedding of tears.
knowing their life too would be over and gone once they reached their destination
oh those planes have flown, into a eternal situation
Now years have come and years have flown
we all remember the day that the towers were gone.
Now I wonder about the women and I wonder about the men, who want to take away life
again and again.
Oh I wonder about the young man who took the Charleston nine, what about
the loved ones they all left behind, I though he looked like most normal kids
just looking at him on the news I could not believe the horror he did.
Oh but he was not the norm for inside that guy was a hell of a storm, 
Turbulent and troubled see raging to and fro he could no longer hold it in
and on those sweet people, he let go.
Now in Oregon, another event another, with a raging storm deep with in, let out his rage
many injured and now many dead, another chapter of life's page.
Now some where out there is someone, who feels inside them rage, they feel that
there is nothing for them and tender is their age.
They feel their blood boil deep with in ,down to their soul
they are fighting to hide their rage, soon to be, out of their control.
They are hurt, lost, angry and bitter to the core.
They are losing their grip on reality with humanity they ,want war.
Oh ,who ever you are contemplating, loafing , hating
you can ride out the storm and be free of it all, just take it to the master, he will hear you if you call!
know matter the hate you feel, your a child of the king, out of the dust of the ground you were formed.
Nothing is so bad, that you can't talk it out.
you can trust in his power oh he has some clout.
Maybe someone made fun of you and you feel you have took all there is to take
Don't let your internal storm rage, don't erupt , don't quake.
Find a way to be free of all the bad things and grin
Take away your hate, and love the people and the world, you are living in.

 

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Timothy Nelson commented:
Very, very good. I wish everyone out there with this type of rage, read this poem! It could save a lot of lives. You should post this one on facebook or twitter. Love it! "Clarksdalepoet"

 

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