Rude, you!

You are rude
rude even on Sundays.
I am not talking to you
I am talking to you, yes you.

I don’t mind fighting
the bravest man.
I could still survive
in the fore front
of the battle field

I could walk on hot coals
And sit on thorny seats
Yet I cannot stand it
When you are rude

You whom circumstances
Left on my shore
And I almost killed myself
To protect and preserve.
You , I can’t stand if you be rude.