What Can I Do?

I don't want to face the aftermath

The ruins a fabricated, pointless war

I shouldn’t have to, but what can I do?

I can only vote and pray.

And maybe twitter is a biased view

Into the minds of angry zealots

Because what’s fun in reading people

With average, calm, people thoughts -

Not red enough for the algorithm,

Not disputed enough to amuse,

Not fierce enough, they’re like me.

But what can I do?

I can do my nightly skincare

And pretend my world isn’t burning.

But I can’t live plagued with extremism

Governed and curbed by the rule-book -

The reverberations of a colonial blunder,

Of covering knees and colourless gender roles

And division. Oh, the division!

How it’s still rampant, crown to commander.

Smart enough to be self-aware

Helpless enough to cause little dent.

Ignorance is bliss, but at what cost?

Intellect saves you, the price is peace,

And what’s the point? I can revolutionise

I can scream faintly, it’ll be a nightmare.

If only we knew enough

If only we weren’t so swayed

If only we weren’t so emotional

If only we wouldn’t follow blind

If only – because someone will pay.

But what can I do? I can merely

Cherish what’s left of grass,

Eat before food runs out,

Drink before water dries up;

And kiss my kitty's forehead

And hug my dear ones and pray

We don’t pay for our downfall.