The World Is Burning, And We Watch

Greed wears a tailored suit

and dines on plates the size of continents.

While, hunger sleeps in alleys,

trembling under cardboard skies.

We stack power like gold bricks, higher than mountains,

so the ones below can barely breathe in the shadows it casts.

The seven deadly sins are no longer whispered in confessionals,

they run free,

shaking hands in boardrooms, while signing contracts in blood and oil.

We send sons and daughters to war,

to fight for names they will never know,

and for land that they will never walk,

We send sons and daughters to war for causes sold in primetime commercials.

Racism wears the face of law,

sexism is stitched into paychecks,

hate is passed down like a family heirloom polished for the holidays.

In ICE detention centers, In Gaza, in Sudan, and Congo,

children trace dreams on concrete floors,

learning too early that borders can cage more than just bodies;

boarders can chain hope.

The rich say, we’ve earned this,

the poor say, we’ve survived this,

and somewhere between the two, humanity is dying quietly.

But I am not quiet.

Not now.

Not while the earth trembles beneath the weight of our indifference.

You may not love my words,

but you will hear them.