That tournique on reason, rage provokes
hard narrowed eyes and shallow breaths. It stokes
a boiler full of reined-in pain that yokes
men’s hearts to raw revenge. It proves they care.
‘Just’ fury won’t excuse the callous kills
or planned commando muscle-flexing drills.
When pressure boils the blood until blood spills,
It’s hurt-for-hurt: a no-win thoroughfare.
Is tolerance a Cinderella coach
reverting to a primitive approach?
Some hide behind a reason like a roach
with pre-historic tendencies. Beware.