No matter what I do
I hear the silent screams of dying trees
They speak in piercing migraines
Aching shoulders and arms
A rage that takes over
Unexpected angry words spilling out my mouth
Endless thoughts
I see weapons when I look at cars
Dead dolphins when they hand me plastic forks and bags
We used to call these silent screams a conscience
We call them mental illness now
Did we forget that all hearts are connected?
Do you feel the pain
When we chop up the earth
Re-process and package her
To earn fictional points from each other
And live fenced in fear on a hill
Separate, but feeling important
Longingly overlooking the people we’ve exploited
Is this really the dream
We’ve sold the whole world?
Joke’s on me
Cause I bought it
And yet I can’t stop looking at the vision
Of a world based in love
That’s sleeping on our collective hearts
And am seduced by the trees’
Whispering suggestions
Of what a team of 8 billion people
Can do
Working together with nature.
Video from a reading at a PoetikLA event (@PoetikLA on Instagram).
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