Ponder this with me —

The euphoria will not last,
Realize —
that when you find yourself
Spiraling to the familiar
comfort of your anger,
That we are unified.

Unified in a collective grief,
for a world —
Gone awry.
Unified by the fleeting hope,
That our voiceless cries
Are actually heard!
Unified by the
Hollow mockery of mimicking echoes
From the ivory tower.

We grieve the enigma
Of illusive peace,
Like grasping for the ledge in free fall,
Looking for the control —
We never had.