ellyssian | little ghosts

little ghosts
By Everett A Warren
August 26, 1998

where does your anger come from
and where does it push its course
so much seems to awaken it
that without it
you would be a hollow shell
as meaningless
as kindness collapsed

you seek respect
you seek redress
you see strife as your tool
so much hatred
fills your soul
you live no more

how many battles
bring peace
how many victors
are praised by those they've slain

you are beneath contempt