take a whiff
you can smell it
over that horizon
there
like burning cars
tossing future dreams
to the devil

see the rubbish red
in the distant haze
how the sun struggles through
where once the birds
left their sacred lands
now nothing more to view
but tinder

give a shit
you might just matter
in a moment of clarity
one conversation
or idle chatter
could be the very thing
to tip those proverbial scales

the monsters
won’t
they see themselves
amidst the smoke
and grease the wheels of chaos
without a kind
or care

as the earth
and all her children
simply left there
alone
to smolder

Peace/Love/Organize/Resist

m(~_~)m