I am a blazing ball of freaking fire,
A rolling rock from a mad mountain;
Move out from the line of my ire.
My anger is a lashing lightning flash,
Of the mighty gods of the high sky;
A living furnace to turn enemies to ash.
So much injustice, such repugnant lies,
Pollute the life blowing air of my garden;
My flowers and birds in suffering cries.
My cool river has turned into lava flood,
Not to sweep off the innocent souls;
But to melt those who suck the poor’s blood.
God forgive the fiery thoughts of my mind,
The red hot coal pieces of my heart beats
That have grown gigantic to crush, to grind.
By Xavier Bage
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