It’s getting dark.
We should hold hands.
Stick together.
Watch out for each other.
We plunge into night —
Lies, chaos, rage.
Haters see difference as demons.
They scream it to death.
We’ve got to hold on
To what makes us human:
Empathy. Compassion.
Now rare as clean air.
Desecration.
Dehumanization.
The currency of the cult,
The culture's economy.
We dive into dystopia.
Reason is extinct.
And it’ll get worse
Before it gets worse.
Hold on.
It’ll be dark
A long time.
We should hold hands.