Anger is whispering to you now, a feather in the back of your mind, an ember in your chest. It is hungry.
Your anger can see its next meal, and it is grand. A horn of plenty with golden roasted ignorance over candied vitriol on a bed of crisp lies. You did not make this feast; it was forced down your throat. They made it. They made you eat it. They are forcing more into your gullet.
Some have fed it to their soul, and they are lost. It has confused their hearts and addled their decency. Their consciences are napping after a perpetual thanksgiving gorge. They belch apathy and exude a sour and ignorant sweat. They are content. Their souls are now too fat to rise from the chair in their endless buffet. Their gluttony has doomed them.
Most have set it aside. Not willing to eat the tainted meat. And, they yelled. They yelled and screamed and wrote and marched about the vulgar sustenance they have been provided. Yet more food comes. What can you do?
Feed it to your Anger. It is hungry. It will burn bright and hot.
Let it keep you warm.
Some are afraid of their anger. Fearful of what would happen if they let it loose. As if their anger was not a part of them, something alien that does not belong inside of them. We are taught about how bad and wrong anger is as children, and keep those ideas long after they are useful. We are not children. We are men and women. You do not fear your anger, it is yours and it is natural and it is pure.
In the hands of the righteous, anger is the hammer of freedom.
You fear your power. You are afraid of what you can do. Despite every effort to control you to scare you to cripple you, you feel your own power and it is growing. Do not be afraid. That power has been yours by right since your first breath. It is part of you, to deny it is to deny yourself as a whole. Do not be afraid, the power is you.
Feed your anger and let your power grow. When you are in darkness and doubt let your anger burn and give you light. When you are alone and cold let anger fill your hearth. When your words fall short let anger carry them on the wind. Let your anger be your steel
Anger is a gift.
Impeach them all.