Words of Wrath...

Maybe, they were said in ire,
Poise for once perturbed;
Yet, surely they did live prior
To being abruptly heard?

The words seemed but the cry,
The wail at eventual birth;
Did they long in gestation lie,
Adding weight and worth?

When was the view conceived?
How did it grow and gain?
What was it that was perceived?
What is it that did remain?

Was there something to like,
Despite a tone so mean?
Was it a prod, and not a pike,
Signalling threats unseen?