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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