It Begins with Shouting,

 shouting loud
We cannot ignore the unqualified distress of these days
the constant cycling from beginning until now and on to never again
A price will be paid
    for exploding cars and rockets falling from the sky
    for elimination juries and empire machines
    for unreliable alarms before and after the floods
A price will be paid

Louder still. Shout it out.

There are newspapers of misery
and newspapers of nonsense
that play the same dynamic upon the stage
    for hour after hour
I see the devils of the world
but I will not accept them.
The weapons of misery
the weapons of despair
    are deadly as the weapons of hate

The future depends on you, on me, on us
on our reason, on our behalf
but we have certainly lost our eyes
unreliable sight and no vision
we have lost our way.

Loudest now – but what does it mean?

Empathy is dead and the villains are still kicking our corpse.