Burial of fury in a tomb of apathy,
mood moderated and aligned with conformity.

Speech pleasant in tone and comfortable in delivery.
Approaches with cautious optimism his tasks daily.

Though the ship of consciousness has raised its anchor,
he returns to questioning the whereabouts of his anger.  

Yet time and chemistry have dispensed of the mystery.
Restoring balance and forging will to function socially.

Brewing up fibs and fables to keep the peace,
a narrative soaked in sentiment but armed with deceit.
Infirmity cradles the mind and nestles in the heart,
retaliatory judgements for those who took part.
The eternal absence of a rightful apology,
will breed civil war in your land for centuries.

A rampaging torment flows
with every passing wave,
escalating regression
and stockpiling the rage.
Clarity, now a fading memory
wilting in the shadows of a cave.
The price of congenial lunacy,
satisfactory for those who enslave.