Anger is a gift
I seldom let myself enjoy
For it use to be my prison sentence
Without my mask to hide the tears
Without my muzzle to hide my screams
I would have been sent to the stake
A look of frustration means rebellion
Rebellion means treason
Dare I question the hierarchy
Each protesting word was dowsing myself in gasoline while they held a match
If you go against the law, you will burn
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