Guest post by Dr. James “Paine”

In the realm of fiery passion, I’ll spin a tale,
Of a patriot’s wrath, a tempest set to assail.
When you dare not leave him in solitude’s embrace,
Prepare yourself, for his anger knows no grace.

His heart beats to the rhythm of his nation’s pride,
A flame burns within him, impossible to hide.
But when his solitude is disturbed, oh beware,
For his rage engulfs all, leaving none to spare.

Like a storm brewing on the horizon’s edge,
His fury consumes, leaving nothing to pledge.
His voice, a thunderous roar, echoes through the land,
Demanding respect, with an ironclad command.

He fights for justice, for freedom’s sacred call,
But when provoked, he becomes a force that can maul.
His words are sharp arrows, piercing the air,
Unyielding and fierce, he won’t back down or spare.

Yet, beneath his anger, lies a wounded heart,
Aching with love for the nation, torn apart.
For his wrath is born from a deep-seated care,
A longing for unity, a vision to repair.

So, when you encounter this patriot’s might,
Remember his cause, his unwavering fight.
For in his anger, lies a passion so true,
A love for his homeland, a fire that will ensue.

But tread with caution, lest his fury be unleashed,
Respect his solitude, let his spirit find peace.
For a patriot’s wrath, when left to fester and grow,
Can smother the embers of the love we should know.