I’ve had enough of enough!
Enough of all the desperate prophications.
The breaking point isn’t the breaking point,
it’s just the chance for another rant,
another update to your Facebook status,
a witty tweet to satisfy your current bias.
Enough has to be enough,
at some point we surely can’t take any more.
Our capacity for tragedy seems to be greater than expected.
Dead children, friends and lovers aren’t enough.
They don’t motivate us off our asses and onto the streets.
We furiously type on our keyboards, full of indignation.
We put the world to rights over a quite pint,
but how does this change a fucking thing?
How is this enough?
If we really have decided that enough is enough,
then let’s hear this call to action.
Let’s organise and mobilize.
Let’s hassle our elected officials.
Not once, not twice, but until things change.
Let’s take to the streets, no matter the personal risk.
Because if enough really is enough,
then we won’t care if it seems scary.
We won’t care if it’s overwhelming,
we will do whatever it takes,
to mean that this is that last time.
When enough really is enough.