Cemetery

The summer heat scorches,

Lit up are the torches.

Black becomes the azure sky,

The end of the day arrives.

Rescue and resources dire,

Brutal is the wildfire.

The beacons are bright,

Indicating the end of life.

Our country has slipped,

Slipped into a devilish and cruel path.

The path that isn’t very merry,

The one that leads to the cemetery.  

 

Help is in shortage,

With incompetent systems in rage,

Millions in need,

But all we see are bodies on the street and politics of greed.

Lungs gasping,

Inequity everlasting,

Souls have been deserted,

Life devastated.

Our country has slipped,

Slipped into a devilish and cruel path.

The path that isn’t very merry,

The one that leads to the cemetery.

 

Heart-breaking is the situation,

With suffering at center-stage.

Engulfed in pain are those at the heart of our nation,

Fighting with courage and determination.

The state has neglected them,

Gods have been blind to them,

Emotions saturated,

Societies fragmented.

Our country has slipped,

Slipped into a devilish and cruel path.

The path that isn’t very merry,

The one that leads to the cemetery.