A poem
Everyday
Waking up, not always, just lately
I feel dread
An almost existential dread
That in a few short years
Maybe 10
We’ll all be dead
The world is on fire
Quite literally, on fire
The flames spreading
So I keep dreading
Children dying without good cause
Hypocrites and the deluded
Clinging to their guns
Like precious children
As the precious lives of the unarmed and innocent
Are gunned down on the daily
But that’s just America
Land of the lies and gold polished turds
A land that values money over lives
Saying Black Lives Matter
Without the actions
We, the world over, remains in tatters
Flaming tatters
As the blood of the masses continues to splatter
The world continues to burn
And I continue to dread
Just how bad it can get after this
Rae’s Violet Words 2022
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