And I will Rage... ...against bigots on their stage whose smiles poison and words inflame hate. ...against the kindness of thieves who see the suffering grieve as weak and take siege. ...against the promises of peace made by those who hold the gun who demand praise for their reign of death and terror. ...against the powerful who spiral out of control too vast to contain who spit out skulls as they feast on our pain. For though my power is made impotent the will to fight does not wane. my rage is all I have left so I will nurture and bottle it. to get back my humanity to counter the pain. I will master and wield it to turn the tide and carry the day.