Pressure Cooker of Anger


People with held up sad faces
Vexed at even the good o wind
Tense their fists all thump ready
On street corners very angry eyes
Vent up as there are no real clue
Boiling Anger
As to where it could have been
Many good guesses fill the minds
What really happened to the plane?
No clues of the final moment ever
Anguish now turns into a nightmare
One that may never ever be solves
Boiling Anger

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