I will not quiet my gentle rage. I will not repress it, or ignore it, nor allow it to control me.
I will love it and nurture it.
I will hold and caress it
I will shape it and change it. Let it grow as I feed it the knowledge which sustains it.
I will mold my gentle rage.
I will cut away the rot and cherish the ripe.
I will guide my gentle rage, as it will guide me.
I will set it alight and sing it sweet songs
So the whole world may see the bright spark of my dissent.