Anger is a fearsome force which waits
to steam life’s stream, and sack its scalded soul
which lays in scathing chains. And molten hate
shrieks its plea for vengeance, usurps control,
and in its flaming hands is justice weighed.
Distorted forms depose the Law of old
and blinded eyes through fire strike in haste:
while the jaded scales, in searing heat contort.

But bind the poison beast with leashes, strong
and thick. With rein made short, his venom smites
no more, and toothless howls in silence fade

away. And Lady Justice compels the wrongs
be right, but in her time. For she wields might
in truth: and fairness, though be slow, is made.