Trigger… to hatred and harm

Trigger…to hatred and harm

Trigger

How quickly a mind turns to hatred,
one stroke of discourtesy the trigger,
one disagreement a front
for rage in any form it takes,
to emerge and common sense placate.

How closely we sit upon the abyss,
anger ready to claw its way out,
and for what gain or advantage,
the overwhelming reaction
that dictates all action.

Seated within this tendency,
to fight, to reject, to resist,
when thought has not left the starting gate,
just these demons of our soul, innate,
intent on harm and subjugation.

How can souls become so lost
as to harm rather than think,
even consider a passive resolution,
an agreed restitution,
whatever it takes to avoid confrontation.

But we are volatile,
and rage festers in dark places,
souls filled with frustration, irresolute,
our worlds of oppression and responsibility,
driving us to instability.

Then one word, one action,
we are lost to rage, to hatred, unintentional
yet the cost of violence is high,
and we cannot live as animals gone awry,
in a world where peace
is a little know commodity.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

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Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

12 thoughts on “Trigger… to hatred and harm

  • July 25, 2016 at 10:58 PM
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    Tony, I like your poem – very well written. Some people have a bigger temper and more sensitive triggers than others. It pays to be aware and wary.

  • July 25, 2016 at 11:04 PM
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    Couldn’t agree more John, I know so many who snap at the most minor of obstacles. In age, thank goodness, we’ve learned a thing or too about composure and problem solving. I’ve always been a pacifist. Cheers!

  • July 26, 2016 at 12:16 AM
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    Rage is so destructive. Some have hair triggers that can set them off unexpectedly. If only the lanterns of peace we carry could light the whole world. Great work, Tony.

  • July 26, 2016 at 6:08 AM
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    There is far too much rage in the world, Tony, and too easily triggered. Your poem reflects some stark realities.

  • July 26, 2016 at 8:45 AM
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    Ah this is a great one and we all know those with the temper if we don’t have them ourselves. Like you, I think age has mellowed out all my quick anger. It isn’t worth the blood pressure rise! lol

  • July 26, 2016 at 12:08 PM
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    A temper never resolving, only aggravating and causing further harm. Whether it be from others, or within ourselves. I have seen a range from mild frustration, to utter rage. Always seems as though it comes from unrelated hurt, festering. A poetic conversation worth having. It difficult not to think of the US temperment right now…
    Well done Tony.

    Best,
    Mel

  • July 27, 2016 at 2:42 AM
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    Much appreciated Mel, yes rage is everywhere, as people are so dissatisfied. Where will it end? peacefully I hope. Take care.

  • September 17, 2016 at 5:04 PM
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    Mixed in with the hundreds of poems I have written is discussion I have started with myself about my own personal battles with anger. Thank you for this poem. Jamie

  • September 17, 2016 at 8:48 PM
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    Glad you related Jamie; anger for me is the struggle one has dealing with reality, our very resistance to change. If only we accepted change more freely, we would be less tainted by the imbalance we create. Cheers!

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