In the cauldron of my being, where the raging fires burn,

A tempest of indignation, from which there's no return.

The thunder of my wrath resounds, a storm that's fierce and wild,
A testament to pain endured, the outcry of the reviled.

With every injustice, every slight, the flames grow ever higher,
Each betrayal, each broken trust, fuels the furious fire.
My words, they strike like lightning, sharp and uncontrolled,
A reflection of the fury, in my soul, deep and bold.

The world, it seems an adversary, cold and harsh and bleak,

Against its relentless onslaught, my anger makes me speak.
I rail against the darkness, the wrongs that I perceive,
In every shout, a challenge, in every breath, I grieve.

My heart, a battlefield, where rage and reason clash,

The scars of battles past, a testament to each gash.
Yet in this fury, there's a strength, a power to withstand,
To rise against the tide, to fight, to take a stand.

But let this anger not consume, nor define who I am,
For even in the fiercest storm, a calm can find a dam.
May this fire within me serve, not to destroy, but to ignite,
A force for change, for justice, in the endless fight for right.

So hear the roar of my dissent, my voice, loud and clear,

A call to arms, a battle cry, for all the world to hear.
For in the heart of anger, lies a desire to set right,
To challenge the status quo, to spark the flame of fight.