policy as violence
i am watching this happen in real time
and being told
there is nothing i can do.
people are being taken
by a government that calls it order
while families call it disappearance.
a woman is shot in broad daylight
by someone with a badge
while walking away
and we are asked to discuss procedure
instead of grief.
people who are citizens are deported.
people who are here legally are deported.
people who are here at all are treated
like they are disposable.
and we are supposed to keep going.
the planet is breaking pattern.
negative five degrees
then seventy
in the middle of winter.
the seasons don’t make sense anymore
and neither does pretending this is fine.
everything costs too much.
rent. food. gas. insurance.
existing feels like a luxury item.
i am barely making it through
and i know others are not making it through at all.
people are dying on the street
outside coffee shops
outside offices
outside buildings filled with money
that will never reach them.
and somehow
the shame is placed on us
for still trying to live.
for buying what we need.
for buying a small comfort.
for surviving.
i am angry
because i am watching people suffer
while corporations report record profits.
i am angry
because i am told to care
but not enough to disrupt anything.
i am angry
because every problem is framed
as a personal failure
instead of a systemic one.
they tell us to work harder
while paying less.
they tell us to be grateful
while taking more.
they tell us to be patient
while people are dying
right now.
and the hypocrisy is unbearable.
they preach law and order
while kidnapping leaders
and breaking international norms.
they preach life
while funding violence.
they preach freedom
while expanding cages
and calling it security.
they preach morality
while stepping over bodies
to protect profit.
and then they look at us
and ask why we’re so angry.
as if anger is not the only sane response
to watching this much harm
happen on purpose.
my hands feel tied
not because i don’t want to act
but because i am one person
inside a machine built to ignore me.
i do not believe
i can do enough
to make the point they deserve.
and that breaks my heart.
because i want to help.
because i want to fix it.
because i want to stop the bleeding
instead of just naming it.
but all i have right now
is my voice.
and i refuse
to let it be polite.
i refuse
to let it soften the truth.
i refuse
to pretend this is confusion
or misunderstanding
or just how the world works.
this is violence.
this is greed.
this is hypocrisy.
this is intentional.
and i am still here.
still watching.
still feeling it.
this may not be enough.
but it is not nothing.
and i will not be quiet
just to make this easier
to live with.