Anger and prejudice: A poem 

The lift is not working for the moment 

And the walk upstairs is a testament 

to my knees. Moses climbed a mountain 

and saw God. I only see blinds 

that shut out the light. My imagination has no flight 

Can I figure out duties? Am I confused by rights? 

Did Moses dither at the Ten Commandments? 

Did the illumination burn Moses’ raiment? 

I burnt my jacket once bending over the electric stove 

I cursed then. And I felt like a squawking crow 

Is there anger in everything? In the shattering of the golden calf?… 

the grief, the humiliation, and in the ironic laugh? 

Is anger a right? Didn’t Moses do it for God? 

Is it right to be angry when things are roughshod? 

Is blame a sort of anger?…The lift not working 

Is God anger? Is He not culpable for retribution? 

I must admit, even I have made a contribution 

And prejudice is angry men at alien people 

Even God said no false gods. Not even a couple! 

I can see a foreign child discovered among the reeds 

was made a pharaoh. And the natives angry at his deeds