Turn Up

We turn up the volume

on the television

to drown out the sounds

that we need to ignore

to stay sane,

like continuous thunder

erasing the rain.

 

We can’t afford to hear

the cries

and the screams

of humanity

slowly dying,

hanging in the tree

next door

or dying quick in this

or the next war.

 

We turn up the volume

and crack another brew

to wash down these pills

because we’re still feeling blue

since our subconscious feels,

though we can’t hear the cries

the lies wash away

as humanity dies.

 

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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