The sky is screaming angry.
The winds are swirling blindly
in the dark with a purpose.
Spirits are looking over the world
from just over the edge.
Bodies are afriad to step over.
Chaos voices holding back all.
Standing in the middle of the storm
I am pretending to be full of strength
eventhough people’s screams of pain
are making myself so weak.
Humans have stopped being civil.
Killing each other from a slight.
Peace is not on the horizon.
Fires are still burning,
Spreading from person to person.
Voices of peace not being heard.
Civility has been extinguished.
Concern that sensibility
will never come back.
Enough has become enough.
The sky is clashing angrily
and my soul is afraid.
September 1, 2020
© Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2020