i wake up and there’s black smoke everywhere
nothing left of my space except a dark lonely abyss
in which i scream into the night which should be the day.
i get the strength to get up
crouched under the tons of black mass that surrounds me
that pushes me down
stronger than gravity.
i crawl to the hallway
with doors leading everywhere
there are more paths now
but the sirens still blare.
defeated by the mass
i walk to the grass.
i look up to what was once the stars
that transported me to the light
but in this day murdered by the night
i see nothing but darkness
children are dying
mothers are crying
rapists are lying
presidents are lying
in a bed full of money.
in the darkness that surrounds him too
he plugs his crooked ears
despite the screaming of his people’s fears
as they try to make it to the grass.
but they are trapped and can no longer move.
they are nothing but fossils that will not be soothed
because they are either frozen or burned alive by the rich men who continue to thrive
under their cries.
the black smoke is rising above all of us
but those of us who stand tall breathe in the worst of it
because we choose to see all we must answer the call of the hysterically crying people who don’t even have anything to say.
but as the short play their games
and continue to avoid the smoke that is now piling against the ceiling just begging to escape
piling and piling and reaching the floor
where the rich begin to desiccate.
they can not handle the black smoke or the white smoke or the light or the darkness because they have chosen to see none.
but it rises and falls and no more does one have a chance to see the sun.
that is when this world will fall.
and through it all
we still stand tall
kicking down your wall
as our lungs begin to crawl in their grave.