Righteous Rage Im Not Going To Stop Fighting by Sarah Lee

The day I awoke,

To see a portent of things to come,

I tried my hardest to weep for those who suffer,

But found I could not.

For as I searched within myself,

The only thing I could feel was anger.

“Hate is a strong word!”

Cry the elders of my youth,

Their hands pressed together,

Their eyes sewn shut,

Forgive me for my righteous rage,

But hate is the only thing I feel.

Hate for the hypocrites,

Who claim a single man alone can not bring tyranny,

But that a single man has brought decline to America,

Hate for the single-issue voters,

Who had little care for the health of their own children,

As long as the fetuses were safe

Hate for the liars,

Who spread the news of imaginary invasions,

And men in women’s sports,

Hate for all of those who held steadfast,

To a madman’s cult of personality,

Wrapping arrogance and stupidity efficiently into one package,

The day I awoke,

To see a portent of things to come,

I adorned myself in my finest dress,

And wrapped the only flag I believe in around my head,

Tightening the knots on my boots,

I focused my efforts on fighting harder.