It’s only a mob, and it’s only treason
And undemocratic if for the wrong reasons
And silence is violence, and so are some words
And riots are proper—from certain unheard

And I am not saying any violence is just
Or that institutions have maintained our trust
But the slippery slope we are now sliding down
Was waxed up & watered by click-chasing clowns

By partisan media, and Q-anon threads
And bullies on pulpits with nought in their heads
And teens on their tablets, and moms on phones
And dads writing screeds while they’re working from home

And Woke justice warriors—and Anti-Woke, too!
All of us working to tighten the screws
Til the threads are unthreaded, and what joins us is strained
And begins to buckle and cannot maintain

Order or discourse—but only shrieks & flung fists
And were any to ask how it came to this
The answer is simple: this eternal flame war
This is mostly baseless emotion, which we’re all suckers for

(Do something nice in real life today.)