When I grasp
a hand full of bitterness
Larded with
profound frustration
and
spice it with
some irascible anger
I make myself
a hazardous bomb.
Splinters of injustice
followed by
shards of hatred
will fiercely strike.
Thousands of innocent victims
shall be afflicted.
A prevention is available
for this kind of explosive
It’s called ‘Tolerance’.
A meticulously graphic illustration of the myriad virtues of “tolerance”.
Here is an angle rarely found in the dictionary,
A unique domain of the more emphatic poetry.
Thank you for your comment, Francis. Cheers, Guy.
Thank you Francis, for reading my poem and your comment
Kind regards, Daginne