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What the fuck is going on?

Yesterday I had no words

No way to describe the incredulity

The banality

Nothing would form

Nothing would come close

Nothing that would grasp

The magnitude of where we’re at

What the fuck is going on?

What the fuck is this?

Like an apocalyptic science fiction

With freedoms in flight over-night

Where conjecture and supposition

Scream to contain and rewrite

What the fuck is going on?

What the fuck is this?

Life. I’m told they drive for it

But sentence you to die

By arming to the teeth

Or rescinding care and basic rights


What the fuck is going on?

What the fuck is this?

And what of all the women and the girls?

What sort of empathy, what sort of world?

Stand along-side, holler, shout, throw up both your hands

Walk, vote, shout, demand

What the fuck is going on?

What the fuck is this?



29th June 2022

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