Crying to God in the Shower

it's a good thing

God is your judge

for the women

of the world

the children

the multitudinous “other”

we are wretchedly

unsparingly, mercilessly

agrieved

💦💦💦💦💦

I empty my body

of oxygen

pouring out

my grief in agony

to the heavens

pleading for justice

till the last drop

of salty moisture

is wrung

from my pores

in lamentation

💦💦💦💦💦

previously mangled knees

scrape against

sharp broken tile floors

time after time in prostration

emptying out all frustration

💦💦💦💦💦

all the tears

collectively cried from

the damaged ducts of the

victims worldwide

could scour you all

from the face of this earth

💦💦💦💦💦

where are they all conserved?

the tears

of the damned in this life?

💦💦💦💦💦

do they condense

into a searching storm cloud?

to rain on the ghouls

perpetuating the systems of

wickedness

💦💦💦💦💦

or do they return

to the same water cycle

the massing lot

of slaving tyrants

and throngs held captive to

degradation's sway

get to partake of?

💦💦💦💦💦

are we all just bathing

in the panic-hot anguish

concocted by the corrupt?

meant to lull

and control

distract from the

crumbling dystopia

💦💦💦💦💦

better grab a towel

the water

is running cold

K.B. Silver