Still Waters Run Deep Poem by Stella Sisanda Qishi

the lament of heart-rending words
pregnant with hostility jetted off through
the airs, stuck in the crazy moment
of raging fury and inevitably
no soul nor might could pacify
the profoundly disturbed mind
the embodiment of uncontrollable veldfire
seduced by impetuosity
and the quest to end the pain
filled a simple day with drama
the palpable sense of hatred
overwhelmed by vengeance and resentment
eventually rendered a pang of underestimate
an overflowing calabash

bow to the inexorable for it seems
countless souls live to destroy
or perhaps destroy to live