Poems about anger

“the belief in a supreme being somewhere is good, i promise. not the conversations of the believers.”-Leonell Echa

praise songs begin to grow–
first into chants, then into groans.
there is a place to house
all of your sorrows,
a route to point your anger
towards;
back to your god
and his mouthpieces.
But No!
it is against your neighbor
you construct a Suez Canal,
to defend what yourself can’t
and will never understand—
the Shepard doesn’t guard the sheep
from the wolves for nothing,
Can you see his pot of soup?

Younglan Talyoung