Don’t panic, but there is an evildoer among the hearts of men,

He shows his scarred face every now and then.

He is in the streets when the protestors scream and shout,

He is in the bully filled with doubt.

He laughs as the drivers honk their horns,

He seems to fill our hearts with thorns.

His face appears when you feel you’ve been wronged,

When you throw your fist his life is prolonged.

Many lose fights with him,

And when they do, their smiles dim.

In their heart, he laughs and waits,

When the time is right he appears in haste.

His name is Rage, and he has but one fear,

Her name is Love, who we must hold dear.

Her sister is Grace and with the pair,

We can face Rage with fondness and care.