Jan 11th 26
We're set to repeat atrocities
we swore to never forget
in the span of a century
with new and horrendous
methods and disconnected ease,
ordinance released not by
triggers but by touch screens,
charred bodies consoled by
thoughts and prayers, debated
by white men with polished teeth
and pressed suits and fake tans
while somehow not answering a
single. fucking. question.
Away from our phone screens,
among the regular folk and
without any ulterior motive,
I never fail to find kindness
and vulnerability if I can
find the strength to open
my heart, however withered
and void of any faith in
humanity it feels.