Rage's Right - Poem by Adrianne Quinlan
Rage of the Darker Times demands
With might, and wielding a heavy
Black cord, threatens a young child.
Shrill shrieks deflate festive moods,
As the scurrying girl travels through
Table legs, around corners, over sofas,
Evading Rage's right.
Detached balloons drift up with the
Winds of swift progress, as does the
Child's harsh cries.
He had been unobstructed so far,
But I stepped onto the red carpet
And flashed brightly into
His sun-deprived eyes.
My ignoble approach was an obvious
Bother, but no matter, the red carpet
Was mine. With little to fear, I maintained
My position and Rage maintained his own.
I asserted my right as he asserted his
Valor until at a stalemate I made my
I no longer see the child, but I hear
That, from the child's mouth, the word
Was salvation, though the child's mother
Rage still wields his power
From exile, and to Him and His courtiers
I am the villain
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