CVI writer’s trial: Wrath by Adebakin Adam – Bakin Adam
My anger grows in turmoil,
When I see those who annoy me;
Eat my flesh by foil
Behind me, boiling my heart in blue.
I release the rocket of anger,
Towards the houses of the treacherous;
That all they smell is danger;
Making my wrath so delicious.
My wrath is deadly like a snake;
That bites the fingers of the evils;
Releases it venom that flows without break,
Through their veins and muscles.