Hear Her Screams
none of us
will see the next century
none of us
will see the next dimension
why should we care?
but they feel it
the empaths,
the watchers, the light,
of creation
its coming, change
on broken wings,
it flies past
as the world
peels off her layers.
she reveals herself
to be in torment
and we parasites
go about our
everyday life
ignoring her screams
for our mercy
so if I the poet?
can draw attention
to her plight
I will scream
I will curse
I will burn effigy of
every god known to man
its time to notice
its time to take action
So I scream
a thousand poems
and cry a million tears
until the wash
of my sound
can be heard
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