The Noise...a prelude to the violence
It pains me to see other
People so mad
Why are they angered?
I feel real bad
Rage colors reason
So that they can�t think
They need someone to catch them
Before they do sink
They can�t act in mercy
No, that stage is gone
They fight, kick and scream
So they hurt everyone
When in patience,
A question considered makes sense
Now in this clouded state
All said to them is dense
They must find an outlet
To focus their anger
They must relieve tension
Or all are in danger
When I think of the rage
And the pain and the hurt,
I want to resolve it
To still the thrown dirt
I do what I can
To ease the fell tide
But the pain lives within
All that�s wrong is inside.