the steam is disgusting, putrid
the clouds of lies are thick
with blame and people are
getting threatened every day.
Yet, every day someone else becomes
or is it just this need to breathe so
families long-time divided
holding desperate silences,
fear of losing fake peace
coming, literally, from different places,
fearing loss of loyalty or confirming
it was there, just lack of love.
who can be secure in this world of human
desperation? politics and marketing campaigns, attentions gathered and divided,
who pays what for listening?
There is a call for freedom. It doesn’t look like its other forms;
perhaps astonishingly unbroken,
perhaps it’s a beginning.
we will move forward, damaged.