The volcano in man erupts
even in the spring time
of one's life.
No matter how angelic
my being yearns to be,
monstrously unfair
breathing creatures
lambaste and stab.
My back arched in pain.
What then is righteous anger
if the core seethes in frustration?
Vengeance is a challenge
like Rabbi who made a whip.
Awesome Jean!... Hope everything is well..
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The Painting And The Poet