A carnage that smells of life
An irony that makes you feel alive
I see civilisations collapsing right in front of me
The wars that reversed progress
I see birds that die of asphyxiation
A million years wiped right in front of me
I try to live in the second that demands attention
A plane that has crashed carries the barely alive
They ask me for water in a feeble voice
but we’re standing in the middle of a desert
I give them a mirage to soothe their plight
Melancholy, pain, naked shame
I hear my arm being scraped away
The blood drips to change the colour of the sky
The sand grips my fight as I sink
No breath left to take I close my eyes
and then I fall off a mountain to wake
into a clarity of my life that I had forgotten to understand
and an old perspective that I hid away
“…I hear my arm being scraped away…” Wow!
Thank you Elizabeth 🙂 Much appreciated.
A very strong metaphor for the political mayhem around us. The end of neoliberalism? of rampant capitalism and the destruction of our Earth, our lifeline? perhaps a radical rethinking. We can only hope
That’s a great interpretation. We can only hope yes :/
Oh my goodness this is amazing!!
Thank you so much 🙂
Wonderful
Thank you Haroon 🙂
Amazing peice of writing!!
Thank you 🙂