Sometimes it doesn't matter...

 

Sometimes it doesn't matter what you do.
Sometimes your words go unheeded.
Sometimes you scream into the void that fascism is rising.
Sometimes you find yourself alone, fending off apathy.

You live in an echo chamber now,
Of those who are awakened to the threat.
The unwoke would rather sleepwalk to their death.
To them "woke" is anathema.
Frogs in a pot as the water comes to a boil.

Meanwhile,
the storm-troopers fill the streets with 
state-sponsored terrorism.
Upending normal life in the service 
of an unchained demon master.
Beating and shooting, and gassing
and murdering both innocents and innocence.
No restraint.
Brutality is their default.

Sometimes you think there's no hope.
That this is just the way it is now.
That nothing can be done to return the world to sanity.
But there is.
There is.

Round up the killers of freedom.
Subject them to trial.
Remove them from power.
Do it now, before they become even more entrenched.
Otherwise, nothing you do will ever matter again.


©Ellen Pepper 2026
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