Earth:
Mined and spat upon,
Pyres high, are made way too tall,
A heart dead, so dull.
Water:
Our poor pale blue dot,
A fork can not drink you full,
Empty oceans, cruel.
Air:
Up and all around,
Invisible gasping crowd,
Dirty, poison now.
Fire:
Hotter and hotter
Flames furrowed our sinful brows,
The ashen rain fell.
About the Creator
Josh Clements
he/him. ally 🏳️🌈 🏳️⚧️ ♀
rad lefty ☮️ adhd. ptsd.
bus crash survivor. spinal disability.
degree in sociology and masters in political theory.
scribbles with a tear & a smile 🖊️🥲
threads: @joshuaclements89
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