Silhouettes and shadows
blurred pictures on the wall
we stumble towards the gallows
our walks fall into crawls
People start to gather
they’re screaming at the sun
hollow eyes and sunken cheeks
blinded, crippled, stunned
Cracked and hardened landscapes
fires all around
sunbaked souls
are full of holes
no water in the ground
Empty silos bellow
a sorrow fills the air
we turn to face our fellow man
to discover he’s not there
Trees that thirst for water
burnt poppies in a field
a loss of social order
a weakened faith revealed
The warning signs were present
we looked the other way
the climate climbed
and mankind fell
now we scramble for the shade
Souls too weak to whisper
our words fold into prayer
the dead feed off the living
and dust becomes the air
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