Ecdysis - Skin shedding

I have a thick skin, a thicker skin than most
Thickened with years of callousness, cynicism, odium, doubt
But I didn't sleep for much of the weekend
Some nightmares, some random thoughts on what I would do if I were trapped like this
What in a hotel room could be made into a weapon, a defence?
And I grew angry simmering on a slow flame
So I read the world press to grasp what I felt
Islam, kafirs, India, Pakistan, porous borders, pervious resources
Kashmir, human rights violations, ISI, counter-intelligence, bad governance
And the flame flickered as my anger dissipated
But I wanted to be angry requiring a channel for the well of self-righteous rage
And I realised how vulnerable we are now, perhaps more than before
For our cumulative anger could so easily break upon the wrong shore, the wrong back, the wrong battle
Everything seems complex once again
Perhaps I too would be leaden-footed if I was the government
Am I to fight back, am I to soothe or am I to repair
My anger fades, becomes a deep seated neutered powerlessness
The only thing I remain angry with is News channels claiming exclusive coverage
Do they really love their TRPs above all?
My skin is shed along with my exoskeleton
But what should I do with this blood covered flesh?