Rampage Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Rampage

Once someone
-angry
-came shouting:
-"I killed him; the bastard! "

Terror ruled with fear, and dread
-faces and the pants wet
-floated the questions:
-"Who? ", "Why? ", "What? "

I too, must go shouting
-angry
-"Have to kill…this bastard! "

Mine is word

When I write is silent
-Satan-like opens eyes
-with outrage…
-fall the jaws
-come frowns…
-some question:
-"He said so? "
-"That ugly poor and old-
-unaware…? "
-"That nothing? "
-"That nonsense…? "

Must commit suicide
-or go on a rampage
-massacre, bloodshed
-…of the words…

Must bring back silence!
-peace and calm and justice!

What happened to rebel?
-is it age related?
-…or of guts?