There was an atmosphere of division there was an atmosphere of hate.
There was an atmosphere of violence so we walked in protest disregarding fate.
The atmosphere was oppressively thick and kept us hiding in our homes.
The atmosphere which plagues us; we just weren’t prepared for the blows.
The atmosphere of violence made us finally ask “Who do we want to be?”.
The atmosphere of division reflected a virus in our systems that just…wouldn’t…leave.
Then there was an atmosphere of Hope that all would wash clean in the end.
Our political & financial atmospheres must avoid breaking by learning to bend.
Our social contract’s atmosphere is frayed but the golden thread pattern stays true.
Changing these stagnate atmospheres will take a little from me & also from you.