FNORD, But Make It Mutual Aid

We chant “Fnord!” to the headlines that bury,
Solidarity tucked away on page 17,
Amidst the glittering tales of corporate charity,
Oh, how they love us!
By ignoring us, with smiles so pristine,
Wrapped in the fabric of gaslit dreams.

“Look over there!” they say, pointing to the bright lights,
While we hide communal care under the couch,
Safe from stockholder eyes and their greedy delight,
As if grassroots solutions are just too absurd,
To be featured in their glossy, polished world.

With every report, they spin the tale,
Of how top-down solutions will surely prevail,
As we watch, bemused, while they pat us on the back,
A grin twisted by corporate-sponsored illusions,
“Keep waiting, dear friends, for the next big act!”

In the shadows, we gather, a chorus of hope,
Crafting our futures with the means that we’ve got,
While they spin their tales of “help” from above,
Ignoring the truth: mutual aid is the love
That blooms in the cracks where their systems have failed,
Where the laughter of neighbors is the anthem unveiled.

Oh, how they scorn the power of us,
The mundane magic that builds from the dust,
For every act of kindness they choose to neglect,
Is a testament to what they so deftly reject.

So here’s to the “fnord” they’re desperate to hide,
The grassroots solutions that swell with our pride.
In the face of their smirks, we’ll rise and we’ll thrive,
With mutual aid as our pulse, keeping community alive!