Rage into action rage hard fought
Fuel in the tank not the fire / (If)
work's the crucible, change is wrought
Rage into action rage hard fought
Feces, urine, puke, drool and snot
Autism's bodies dance the wire
Rage into action rage hard fought
Fuel in the tank not in the fire
Fuel in the tank not the fire / (If)
work's the crucible, change is wrought
Rage into action rage hard fought
Feces, urine, puke, drool and snot
Autism's bodies dance the wire
Rage into action rage hard fought
Fuel in the tank not in the fire
Something tells me you could easily have added many more lines to this post. The anger raged as you mulled over the words huh?
ReplyDeleteI like it.
Fuel in the tank and not the fire, that's the ticket.
ReplyDeleteVery visceral imagery. Powerful stuff indeed.
ReplyDeleteCondensed!
ReplyDeleteJimmy--- yes, indeed! I am made angry by intolerance and closed minds and bullshit... lots of that abounds in the disabilities fields..sigh; glad you got the thrumm
ReplyDeleteWM-- this had kept me sane for a while now...
Madame- the bodies of these kids can be battle grounds and also the sites of unimaginable tenderness... thanks.
Jadedj... edgy... I like that!
Eshuneutics--it is a condensed form.... it helps with the focus...and especially with the rage!
Harlequin,
ReplyDeleteSpot on. Rage is worthwhile. Pansy assed "outrage" in newspaper editorials doesn't even come close to this fine poem. We need rage for the people we love. People so misunderstood. People forced, against all our better wishes, to live in a world that values them for performance more than love. Rage is too good for those who will not love.
Sadly, I must love them anyway.
Thanks for your life and words.
Andy-- thanks for your thoughtful comments and for stopping by... I like hearing from you.
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