Rumors of my demise

I have to do more no matter what. You can come with me if you want, but I’m going to do what I can even if it puts my privilege at risk in multiple ways. It’s time to push harder than we ever have. No more donating to only puppy charities, but also to our global brothers and sisters. I’m emptying a bank account so they can’t have it anymore and donating in solidarity. I’m getting involved locally however I can. I don’t know what else to do, but I’m ready to quit my fucking job to stop giving my taxes and labor to this global death machine. There is no more going back, no more normal, there is no more putting my head in the sand for me.

Fuck this world. I want better, not only for my self, but for people I have never met, and for all of our future generations.

There is no more middle anymore. It’s time to make a choice or you’re not with us.

When I die, will they remember not

What I did, but what I haven’t done?

It’s not the end that I fear with each breath

It’s life that scares me to death

Well we built these dreams on sand

How they all slipped through our hands

This might be our only chance…