Navigating Solutions and Darkness

Photo by Hasan Almasi, Unsplash What hands are these/ Reddened By complicity/ A baying silence In the shadow of the mob What greed is ineffectually condemned In the safety of self-righteous handwringing What thoughts pass unnoticed In muted prayers Of "Take any that Spare me" What will is signed Behind closed oaken doors of minds fraught With unease and laden with the roaring of guilt And whence comes the day With the dogs at the door What cats will slip on velvet paws Out the back door into oblivion And what birds will succumb To the tragedies they foretold in their morning chants

Photo by Arnaud Jaegers on Unsplash Election results are depressing as fuck. (Although not unexpected, one can't help wishing for a miracle, in this as in all things). And I don't see a way out of it. How the fuck do you change peoples' minds? How do you fight the cyber machinery? J asked, "How do you stay safe?" but I think that's an exaggeration. For now, we are safe. Because we are not marginalized as much. We can afford to live in decent places and go to work at decent places and are not first choice target for a lynching.  The day may come when that protection is stripped away, but it has not come yet, and we should use our time and privilege and push back, to find the answer to unlocking this horror show. ...Assuming there is an answer.