Stones and Sticks

We’re sticking knives

into the heart

poking and prodding

and twisting

rusty old knives

one by one

and sometimes many

all at once

only they’re not knives

but stones

and sticks

because we’re primitive

with insatiable thirst

and the blood

has trickled

from our lips

flowing down mountains

into valley streams

emptying into rivers

and larger rivers

and larger rivers, still

spilling into an ocean

we pretend will never fill

as humanity slowly bleeds,

we’re drowning.

We’re drowning.

We’re drowning.

We’re drowning in a blue,

white,

and blood red ocean

staying drunk and high

just trying to get by

while more bombs and bullets fly

and mothers and fathers cry

as they watch the future die

and the nightly news anchors keep lying

while the eagle keeps eying

the dove.

Humanity is on life support

in dire need

of love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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