Grapes Of Wrath Poem by Edwina Reizer
Grapes Of Wrath
Bring me wine from the grapes of wrath.
Let me drink my anger down.
Let me slowly swallow sips of it
So I can make it drown.
Fully well do I feel the anger
That has built its home in me.
I will not let it lie dormant.
I shall let every manner of man see
That anger and ire are intensely wrong
To a heart that yearns to be free.
The peaceful path that's in front of us
Is the only path for me.
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