Giving A Fuck, Hour 6

I used to pretend that I don’t give a fuck

But I do

(Sometimes a little too much)

Thoughts drift to that first cloud of sulphur-smelling tear gas
The defiant linking of arms against gas-masked riot line
Sneering at disperal orders
Black bandana dancing to pounding bucket drums

Giving a fuck can fuck you

Sitting in a bus full of mass arrestees
Makes you wonder
Wonder if it’s worth it

If this is having any impact at all,
These protests and rallies,
These awareness campaigns,
The shutdowns and occupations

We testify,
Watch the state deny and it’s back to the streets, march, chant, demand, repeat
Until Justice is reached
There will be no peace
But so many still sleep…

Can’t we all just give a little fuck?

Just a little?

It’ll ease the burden of those of us who do give a fuck
(Sometimes a little too much)

There’s only so much fuck one person can give,
And giving too much sucks

Sucks the energy, saps the soul
It’s a heavy price for empathy,
For giving a fuck about things outside of your control

I can’t pretend to not give a fuck

Because I do

Sometimes a little too much

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