Radio
Early morning,
dawn breaking
across the skies,
heard the news
on the radio,
saw the tears
in heaven’s eyes,
Hard to believe
no ones wishing
anymore,
a long time coming,
hope stripped
from the sacred dark,
the gods have shut
their doors.
We’re out
and alone
here, as far
and as certain
we can ever know,
yet we keep fighting
for our flags,
forgetting
who we are,
lost in politics
and blindness,
we’re never
going to grow.
So I tried
to change
channels,
but it’s all
yesterday’s
news, today,
tomorrow,
this morning,
politics blinding,
theirs, not mine,
shouting, screaming,
messages
and meanings,
sound bites
and blues.
Instead, I stepped
outside,
looked out,
left the thoughts
of rockets
of war,
weapons
and hate behind,
saw past the morning,
into the dawn
of forgotten light,
and saw the winter sun,
and thought
‘when the planets dead,
will matter to none.’
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