Will we ever move as one?

There appears to be little
movement away from our
many methods of mayhem.

As outrage becomes
more often held toothless
by the gently rising tides
of ennui, we cast
our discontent about
and then aside,
as we gather divided,
agreeing only
to be unheard.

Together we moved
from the opening of the cave,
together we go forward,
knowing we have not come so far
that we can’t return.