Lesson in Futility

I don’t know if this was ever worth doing.
Not just the site.
The whole trying thing.
I don’t know if this was ever worth doing.
Not just the site.
The whole trying thing.
You may not see it yet.
Not on your street. Not in your circle.
But it’s coming.
And when it comes, it won’t start with boot prints on your lawn.
It’ll start with someone you don’t really like.
Someone “lazy,” “weird,” or just on the wrong side of things.
I’ve watched every movement eat itself.
Churches. Collectives. Faculty groups. Mutual aid pods. Political orgs.
The names and slogans change. The endings don't.
They start with hunger for truth.
They end in bloodless ritual.