Wrapped in the blanket of passion
is anger burning with
temper only to hamper.
Anger is locked in its depths of horror
with arms of temper to deliver terror
there is no room to wonder and a waste
of time to ponder.
Only the Creator could simmer
thisanger with its temper
pounding like thunder
You better don't slumber
you will not get stronger
don't let the sun go
down on your anger.
You better don't slumber you will not get stronger don't let the sun go down on your anger. Slumber, stronger, anger. very fine poem. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a recurrent topic/judiciously revisited