I fear we fall

A poem

I fear we fall 
When those who talk loudest of kindness, display none
When those who call for acceptance, give no quarter
The loose thread in the scarf is pulled
The loops and coils that bind us unravel
Faster and faster, as the righteous applaud
Saluting themselves for their goodness
Meanwhile we gaze at our selfies
And scream into the digital void.

Katy Barnett, November 2022. (Yes, I wrote this a year ago. I stand by it).

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