A volley of a heated fire,
And spouts of steaming vitriol,
On all things very trivial,
Incited by a raging ire,
So Hurting all in its crossfire.
Loud Anger is worn with much pride,
Compassion inside all has died,
An inflated ego utmost,
It can never take a riposte,
Only it loves to chide and snide.
I have linked the thought behind this Decima with the haiku posted @ https://indishe.wordpress.com/2020/06/04/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-308-angerlogic/