Close-up of hands embracing a lit candle in the dark.

Quiet Anger

I get quiet when I’m angry—

Though my mind is screaming,
I cannot connect words to my mouth,
My tongue stays plastered to the roof,
My clenched jaw shut—
Grit teeth in rage.

Rage at the deep, red blood
On the hands of government agents
Flowing from the veins of innocents—
Color of skin, orientation, expression—
Being human our only crime.

They’re cutting services for bombs,
Stealing funds for guns—
Sending trigger happy proud boys
To carry on their ethnic cleanse—
Shooting first, denying questions later.

Lies froth forth
From disjointed mouths
Birthed of privileged wealth—
Their media machine shouts
Silencing voices speaking truth.

Standing at the pulpit,
They claim to uphold the Constitution—
Instead they pledge allegiance to each other
To hide their corruption—
To bury their closed door deeds.

I get angry when I’m quiet—

That anger I feel at myself
Sitting, watching sports,
Or shows, or reels on my phone—
Consuming to dissociate—
As the world burns and mothers die.


This poem was written in response to the tragic death of another poet, Renee Good. Renee was murdered by United States Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) agent, Jonathan Ross, on January 7, 2026. Details of the incident can be found all over the internet, and so I won’t be discussing them here. It was another senseless act of violence in a world gone wrong.

Often, during times like these, I feel like I don’t say or do enough to speak out about crimes against humanity. Often, I’m left dumbfounded. Mostly, I’m too angry, and when I get angry, I tend to stay quiet. And sometimes I feel ashamed when I stay quiet. I tried to capture that in this poem.

There are other issues in this poem that you may have picked up on. Namely, the Epstein Files and the continued violent, pedophile ring of atrocities against children that point directly to disgusting adults of wealth and power. And how they’re trying to drag the world down with them. Something needs to be done. To the victims: I believe you. These monsters need to be held accountable. The world needs to change.

And I’m going to continue to use my art to speak out with the best of my abilities.

Thank you for reading.

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