“Write one more stanza—now. Set the page ablaze with the anger in the hollow ache of our bones— anger for the new hate, same as the old kind of hate for the wrong skin color, for the accent in a voice, for the love of those we’re not supposed to love. Anger for the voice of politics armed with lies, fear that holds democracy at gunpoint.” LoveWritingPoetryPoemHatredAngerLgbtqShootingsPulse Nightclub Book:How to Love a Country Source: How to Love a Country