It came at us so fast
Muzzle velocity
Non-linear

So many breeches
So many crimes
So many offences
So much hatred

From every direction
All at once
Diverging
Merging
Breeding

Pick one
Out of the spray of transgressions
Pick the most egregious one

Try to track it
Understand it
Predict it
Counter it

But then another
Even worse
And then another
Worse again
And another
Unfathomable
And another
Unthinkable
And another
Impossible

Until existence itself
No longer seems real
And it is oh, so very tempting
To just throw up our hands
Not so much in surrender
Or resignation
Or exasperation
But in absolute confusion

We don’t know what to do anymore
What to think
What to feel

Emotional
Intellectual
Spiritual
Cognitive
Physical

Overload

All that is left
Is a collective
Shudder and shout
In the streets

Return fire
The muzzle velocity
Of the masses

Hit them with every grievance
With every suffered pellet of shot

March
Raised fists
Raised voices

Smother them with resistance
From every direction
All at once

Until they throw up their hands
In surrender