the good

Good seems so quiet right now.

Evil hums from the screen in our palms,

pressing us into our corners,

our narrowing echo chambers.

Heads down,

we pull Apathy onto our right fist,

Arrogance onto our left.

What separates us from the savages?

Compassion.

Believing the Divine lives within

even our enemies,

loves even our enemies.

Believing Hatred comes from Woundedness—not Righteousness.

Good seems so quiet right now.

But eyes up.

It might just be outside.