From protest to protest
from march to march
our brains in our mouths
our hearts in our pockets
we will give ,
till it doesn't hurt
and shout
till it doesn't rattle
and a slumber
will be lifted
at a time inopportune
and the people shall be sorted
and the scales will be tipped
and regret shall have no virtue
for the ones who spoke
but didn't do
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When we wonder what we could be doing, dogged by this feeling that we ought to be doing something, most options are too disconcerting, shouting slogans from the safety of a crowd to whom nobody listens is so much easier. And it assuages the conscience. Warped, yes, but the way the kingdoms in our heads roll.
word verification says "surly", apt.
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