No Angel Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

I am no angel and I don't pretend,
When provoked, there is rage inside me.
It sort of comes out to seek amends
When the weak is treated unjustly.

I write wake-up calls for the blind-
For governments ill with deafness,
For the callous, vile, and unkind-
I don't use the term 'correctness'

Caustic words hit where it must
There is need to defend what is dear.
Silence is only from carrion flesh
And of Death, I have no fear.

In each of us there's a boundary
Hidden reins holding anger at bay,
My fences are writing and poetry
They're lenitive routes, I must say.

Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~08.05.14