Not Quite Like Anger
Her passion burns so bright,
It casts a glow not quite like anger
Upon the faces of those gathered.
She will not stand for this injustice.
She cannot bear this moral decline.
She waits while it lingers,
Her face masked in tears.
For hers is the heart
Like a whisper,
Yet not unkind.
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