Angry

I am angry with the men who think they're always right. 
I am angry with the women who judge and sneer and whisper out of spite. 

I am angry with the boys who think sports make them a man. 
I am angry with the girls who hurt each other because they can. 

I am angry with the people who pretend it's not their problem. 
I am angry with the system that keeps the poor on the bottom. 

I am angry with the parties teaching children to fill themselves with sex and smoke. 
I am angry with the televisions and their impossibly perfect joke. 

I am angry with the intolerants teaching hate instead of love. 
I am angry with the priests claiming their hate is from above. 

I am angry with the wars and the death that they bring. 
I am angry with the chaos that we claim is not our doing. 

I am angry with the weapons and the oceans they fill with blood. 
I am angry with the religions being dragged through the mud. 

I am angry with the fear of innocent mothers for their children. 
I am angry with the homes destroyed by the million.

I am angry with the starvation when there's plenty to go around. 
I am sad. 
Because my words do not make a sound.