Anger, the most powerful of all,
The hardest feeling to control.
Stronger than love; compassion or everything we think we own.
A byproduct of disillusionments,
Memories and events which had bestowed.
A witness to a crime, of which on us had befallen.

It is the protector of our hearts,
And the reflexes of its sword.
Not a shameful feeling; unless we fail to control.
Amongst all, it is the feeling that asserts,
There is a soldier; an army; a guardian to our souls.