January 5th

 

I slowly fill my tea cup

 

Watching the hot water thrash the little tea bag back and forth

 

The way storms toss shingles and trash cans

 

The way waterfalls await nations that once laid claim to calm rivers

 

Are we debris caught in society?

 

Are we as hopeless as homes lying under hurricanes?

 

Why can we measure wind temperature destruction body counts bullets fired bombs dropped civilians displaced but can't calculate the casualties in our subconscious

 

If we could see the suffering that vengeance brings

 

Could it divert us from disaster?

 

Greed's hot noxious breath is on the back of my neck

 

I walk through septic tanks of humanity overflowing with sorrow and filth

 

Hidden side effects of the selfish

 

Can't someone wake us from this collective Holocaust nightmare?

 

Some witch doctor from a more peaceful dimension?

 

I want to bottle your smile and your laugh so it can cure our hellishness

 

It can cure the coldest heart in its most biblical plague

 

It reminds me why I can never give up

 

Because at the end of this swimming pool of corpses

 

There might be a face like that

 

To tell me this horrible struggle has all been worth it

Maybe this is why we are here

Not because we're terrible and have arrived to do terrible things

But that we know we can change

That there are things worth fighting for

Worth giving to

And if we keep going

The world could be as amazing as you

 

 

 

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