Angry Scissors

by | Oct 4, 2019 | Poetry, Verse | 0 comments

Anger rising, creating

edges, sharp edges of opinion 

always cutting, flashing out 

against opposing thought.

Our voices becoming

angry scissors cutting

each other.

Why so angry? 

Violent words, a bloody 

dialogue falling, dripping 

red ink upon

blank pages describing

a future no one wants.


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