Tonight's Poet Corner: Slacktivist
Slacktivist by Belinda Roddie Another petition signed, imbibing cider by the laptop. Too afraid to go outside, instead hoping that the men in suits will choke on their own neckties upon seeing such a slew of people demanding that a prisoner go free through an online website. People say I don't help enough - the truth is, I'm scared. Scared of being seen or heard away from a computer screen. Worried I'll be shot through my sign straight into my skull, a perfect o in the middle of Peace. Scared that somehow, in a cell after being a true activist, hosed down, cuffed, slammed into the asphalt, ankles torn by dog's teeth, nothing I have done will create even an echo in the vast space of time.