Too Much

Distract. Just to get by. Caring but burnt out. Too much tragedy. And horror and violence and terrifying things. People not seen as humans capable of their own decisions. Decisions being made to protect things over people. A vicious residue swirling in the bottom of a crucible; environmental nightmares and plastic and war and violence and hate and lies and the attempts! Attempts to vilify love and acceptance, and empowerment. What is this and what is happening, and more importantly, when will this stop? Will it ever? How have we not learned after hundreds of years? How do we- no, they- they-the powerful not seem to care?  It feels like we are doomed just to watch. Which will get us first? Which despicable thing will win in the end?

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