Someone Crack Open a Window

my stomachache is intentional

a whirlwind combination of greasy campechanas and ongoing explosive political disasters

the toilet has seen better days

so have the innocent people who just want the basic right of existence

who've been swept into this aching world

with rivers running red

the goal is not red from river to sea, rather life and prosperity

but we keep getting duped

propaganda is a powerful tool, especially when you're bred into it

when big brother holds a gun to your head and tells you what to wail about when they smack your naked baby ass

and yet

the three sacred sisters are cut down and scattered among landfills

seeds that push to grow through cracks in concrete hearts

yet even dandelions emerge through cracks in the sidewalks

vines scale upwards and sunflowers turn the better way because they know

they know that at the end of the longest day

the day that spans lifetimes for many

that it will all end, somehow, in some way,

because at the end of the storm there's a rainbow

and there's always potpourri to spray after the shitstorm in the bathroom