Witness Lost

There’s a dirty greasiness in the air; a fell voice upon the wind.

Democracy is barely holding against the gale. It hasn’t broke. It’s meant to bend.

Where there is fire there is always smoke. It’s drought & zephyr fed.

How many deaths will it take to see this period dead.

We fret that our new normal is not just temporary.

We’re in close quarters with a deadly animal, scared & constantly harried.

Things are rough. There’s no denying it. The country’s running scared.

Half are running one way & everyone else the other. The one half with their arms bared.

Mother Nature is screaming at us all no matter our material issues.

She’s pissed & out for revenge for centuries of rape & misuse

I have no happy moral here for I am caught up too.

All this is very clear to me but I don’t know what to do.

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I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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