It’s like shooting fireworks into the rain,
Useless sparks that quickly fade,
Water casting out the already limited potential for oxygen
to carry out a flame,
Borne from humanity’s pollution colored lungs,
Coughing up more than disappointment immersed in climates
changing for the worse.
Are you yet feeling the Bern?
Let us suffocate on the smoking gun’s flag for change, for a
change,
Admit there’s choke-hold cloud over a reality where false promises
were made,
Let them die and again regain an origin dignified even if you’ll
never get to see that sky.
Dreams that were cryogenically frozen will slowly surface to
the land even if with greater uncertainty.
But self-control and commitment to the present is a higher
order masochism when you start to feel a heart felt resistance.
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