The Wrath Poem by Orbiam Simon

My soul's bleeding
And heart almost melted
The spirit is shedding tears
And eyes are seeing too much
Yet ears are echoing
With the cry of the world
The wrath roars fire
Tension soar higher

Like a mother hen
Which vow to fight for its chicks
With the strength of the feathers
That's it weapons
Though it has nothing more

We are prisoners
Imprisoned in our homes by the flying venom
Spreading rapidly
Reaping souls unnaturally
The night might be long but surely
The sunlight comes
And hope is a strength for freedom.