Danielle Mari Nidea

Advocate Of Rage - Poem by Danielle Mari Nidea

I am the advocate of rage.

I raise my voice and slam my fists
on the iron tables of ignorance.
I eat the harvest of the peaceful
and I trouble chaotic minds.
I do not declare totalitarianism,
I actuate it.
Diplomatic pussies can kiss tomorrow goodbye
while they continue to cower behind their enemies' walls.
My followers may attack the guilty -
I mean, your 'innocents' -
in the midst of their
self-centered, narrow-minded, myopic feasts
of 'I can feed my loved ones today! ',
while the heroes of the land may continue
to mindlessly obey the commands
of the lustful, lazy bastards.

It maddens me!
It makes my blood rush like a waterfall,
the waterfall which feeds those pesky kids
as they fight for entertainment -
I mean, future.
Blood swells up on my eyes as I scream miles
of disrespected (and disrespectful) authoritarian melancholy.
The populace who hath no sin
casts the first stone,
and the second,
and the third,
and so on.
I see in their eyes the same boiling blood I see in mine.
Yes, they are my brethren,
but I am all alone.
But that is good.
It leaves enough space for my fire to grow.
And once it becomes uncontrollable,
once it burns down my titanium facade of indifference,
I will command the flames to consume our beloved harmony
and torture the minds of the foolish -
I mean, 'beloved citizens'.

Yes, I will destroy the very thread
upon which 'peace' hangs itself with.
The people who pitifully hang on to its fabric
as if their lives depended on it,
those persons,
they will perish.
I will change discourse like the plastic puppet masters do,
except that the army that I will create
is an army of life, not of survival.
I will teach them to hate not as they love,
but as they care.
I will not let the world see calm
until their insides are as soft as the bread
which Christ fed to the multitude.
I will not make the continents still
until their blood is like that of the water of the womb
of which we all share.
I will not lull the fires to sleep
until they replace their weak water
with the blood of the Covenant
which would choose to fight it, or rather, obey it.
My wrath will not end until the world has seen what love is,
for this is my advocacy.

I am the advocate of rage.

Topic(s) of this poem: politics, rebel, society

Comments about Advocate Of Rage by Danielle Mari Nidea

  • Kelly Kurt (9/26/2015 12:25:00 AM)

    A powerful, dark, yet enlightened poem. Thanks, Danielle (Report) Reply

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  • Gajanan Mishra (9/22/2015 10:47:00 AM)

    advocate of rage, I like it, thanks, (Report) Reply

  • Liza Sudina (9/22/2015 10:42:00 AM)

    Very strong and energetic! i feel you are irritated but still have faith in Christ's LOVE! Nice poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 24, 2016

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