The anger is seen in his face
red turns it in a trace
words jump out in speed
not polite indeed!
the voice rises high
seems to reach the sky
it is accusations
be it allegations
baseless in all ways
not worthy in a place
yet the shout goes on
with even more volume to don
will it end? at any time
the clock keeps on its chimes
the yell gets going for hours together
hurls
scathing attacks rather.
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