lost in the webs of our texts and tweets and updates
every event an emergency necessitating our opinions.
left, right, black, white
everyone mired in a perpetual state of indignation.
“everyone will have a voice,” we cheered at the onset,
unaware of the eternal din we would create.
the delirious debates clogging up every comment section,
hanging around our consciousness like a hall of mirrors:
until we no longer care about anything.
the ideas and opinions and speeches and films
and maybe even this poem
drop into the already violent waters,
not causing ripples or waves
or ever even noticed,
just quickly judged,
commented on and