Staring at this screen, screaming on the inside in rage

Shoving fear physically out of my way

So much to say but thoughts collide

Exploding into vapors afloat

Into a place void of capturable words

Too many words, articles, snark and memes

Consumption of them makes me crazy

Hate’s become the norm

Propaganda floods our feeds

Corruption flies in our faces

Noise all around

Make it all quiet, Lord.

Roar loud if you must to make it all quiet down.

We were made for better than this.

On behalf of the human race, I’m sorry.

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