Red rushing, orange embers
Painting fiery ash across their faces
Evacuating, forced to find other places
Unsafe water, unsafe living spaces
Immigration, migration, discrimination
Mitigation, Manipulation, Capitulation,
Greed, greed, greed.
The pieces fit together so well
A nightmare I wanted to expel
From my memory, but instead,
Everything is almost melding into one.
I remember the day of the solar eclipse
The way the sunlight
Made this yellowish haze in the air,
As if I was now seeing and perceiving
this world in a new way
It was not completely dark,
just dark enough to show where the
Creepy shadows hide,
Where there are
Deceptions and lies
Where innocent truths
are buried
Inside.
In the propaganda machine,
They all hide.
About the Creator
Slgtlyscatt3red
Slightly scattered. Just a woman with autism and ADHD that loves to write poetry, create art, and sing.
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Comments (1)
This one really hits deep! It feels like an urgent call to see beyond the surface, to confront what's hidden in the shadows. The repetition of "greed" really makes the message stick. It’s intense and thought-provoking!