But the Sun is Fine
The sky is purple from poisons,
The water an oily green,
Trees are tired and withered,
Rivers and soil bleed.
My friends are black or white,
(untruths)
The rich are bloated blue from their decadence,
The homeless are invisible and out of sight.
The ancient ones are cast aways,
The youth literally live in a virtual reality,
The earth and all our hopes are tied together
Like a twisted ball of yarn.
The north is red faced with shame,
The south red necked with ignorance,
The women indigo from the exhaustion
of having to remain young looking,
The men drunk stupid from focusing
on money, sex and sports,
No body trusts anyone anymore.
The animals are frightened,
The plants would flee if they could.
But fear not!
The sun is feeling frisky and creative,
And keeps sending us nothing but warmth and color.
We shall adapt,
We always do,
This is the dark before a new dawn..
The world will become as we dream it to be.
