Anger

Anger courses its way through our walls,
Crawling its way into our halls.
Like a spider after her prey,
We all fall into its wicked way.

It seems impossible that the fighting will end.
When will it stop and we can all be friends?
The yelling, screaming, and slamming of doors,
And everytime worse than before.

We all keep praying for a day.
That all this fighting will go away,
And all the shooting and riots will cease,
And our world will finally be in peace.