At the edge of every view line I see fire
Chaos reigns free
The black smoke that lingers
Flows through my throat like a funnel
Settling deep in my stomach
Each time I try to pick up my optimism
It slips straight through my hands
Crashing amongst the debris at my feet
I put on my trainers and lock my front door
Starting my march to the tube
As I put in my headphones
Explosions go off like corn popping in the microwave
Shards of glass rain down whilst I inhale my morning cig
Nothing’s out of place
The globe is rife with unnatural gestures
The mouths of the elite are frothing
At the image of lives crushed under their boots
Mothers weep, prayer beads in hand
The sun sets
As another son is lost
In the name of a land that never offered him its fruits
Elsewhere the planet is incinerating itself
The animals are screaming!
The animals are screaming!
The greatest harm falls upon the innocents
We are tearing ourselves apart, ripping flesh from every bone
What will be done with our rattling remains?
Grind them into dust, let them float up through the hole in the ozone layer
Man-made escape route
Undeserving, are we, of second chances
Good job we shan’t be getting one
