Silhouettes and shadows
blurred pictures on the wall
we stumble towards the gallows
our walks turn 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
and find that he’s not there
Trees that beg for water
dead branches in a field
a loss of social order
our weakened faith revealed
The warning signs were present
we looked the other way
as climate climbs
and mankind falls
what else is there to say?
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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