Robespierre

I wake in search of somebody to cancel.
A quick search of the news to prompt my fury,
discarding paper pad and sharpened pencil,
and more an executioner than jury,

assembling what evidence I find,
I channel pent up rage in all directions --
can't be the last to comment. Top of mind
is critical. Apologies, corrections --

the tools of the oppressors -- and the weak,
-- that's us in us and them, in case you wonder --
we must be heard, and louder, when we speak,
to drown their hatred with our righteous thunder.

Wait. Why is there a story with my name?
It looks like someone woke. And I'm to blame.