How anger comes we do not know

yet once inside it seems to grow

and somehow we, though unaware

assume its grip of dark despair

 

Not knowing how it all began

we try to let it out again

and send it meanly, right or wrong

to those we chance to come upon

 

Those innocents, who on that day

accidentally got in our way

becoming targets of our wrath

who blamelessly, just crossed our path

 

To them, if we are to be wise

we should respect, apologize

for how were they to ever know

what angry mood the wind would blow

 

Gentlemen, we must be clear

do not offend the ones held dear

should anger rise then rise above

not take it out on those you love

 

When anger rises, leave unsaid

ensuring anger is not spread

what is let loose comes back again

what lies inside is best kept in.