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how do we breathe without air?
the Earths lungs are full of flames, the forest is missing the rain, our chests are filled with smoke, suffocating our dreams — our hope
these are strange times once again
ordinary people — struggling to make sense
if the rain comes at all, maybe it will fall up and the sky will fall
we hurriedly scurried with pockets full of change to salvage the burning Notre Dame, but glance past the forest on fire as our oxygen burns away
for weeks and weeks, another day and another day
black smoke billows sky high, darkness collides with daylight, while fake news continues to gaslight
we won’t fix what we won’t admit — is one of ninety nine thousand problems
alarms been ringing year after year, we throw up both our hands — but what are we willing to demand?
is this really it? are we on the precipice of all that the prophecies predict?
ours is to take heed, without air — we can not breathe
‘no more water the fire next time!’
upside down, the world keeps turning, but what are we learning — if the world keeps burning?
Authors note: #HumansAreExhausting
