Where is my outrage?
Where is the fire?
Why don't I respond?
Where is my outrage?
I care.
About those hurt.
About being lied to.
About knowing the truth.
Where is my outrage?
I know who is at fault.
I know what they did.
I know how their victims live.
I know their pains.
Where is my outrage?
Am I allowing their evil?
Am I forgiving their folly?
Am I ignoring the wrong?
Where is my outrage?
Could I be so accepting of failure?
Do I have no faith in others?
Does nothing surprise me?
Where is my outrage?
I sit in silence.
Unresponsive.
Staring blankly.
Where is my outrage?
