POETIC REVIVAL

I want to go to a mountain top and scream And scream and scream and scream I want to take a sledge hammer and strike  The rocks and shatter them all to smithereens  I want to pull on my hair  Collapse on the ground And weep and weep and weep I want to wrap my body in a black shroud Get on my knees  Go from here to the tallest mountain And cry  and wail and beg for mercy If there is a God maybe she takes Pity on us and stops this slaughter Maybe we need human sacrifices  Lets round up all the war mongers The people who have committed crimes against humanity Weapon makers, tyrants, dictatores Corrupters, polluters, perverts  And offer them to this God My heart is broken  Our hearts are broken We are all in mourning  For the thousands who have perished To this evil virus 

Something is sitting on my chest,  Something heavy, I can't see it, I can't touch it I just feel it all day long All night long. Some mornings I wake up  Expecting it to be gone But it never leaves.  I shouldn't be surprised  I don't even remember  When it landed  on my chest. There are moments  When I cry,  After a long reflection,  The weight become a little less  Oppressing f or a few days. Then it comes back  again With its heavy embrace.  Now the truth  I know why this thing is here I know when it sat on my chest I know it will never go away Because nothing will change back After everything changed forever.

We stand, quivering Facing the winds Our defense Our branches Flexible, spreading Raised to the heavens. Our hard trunks Gnarled with age Scarred, bent. We bow to life's Relentless lashing Swiping the ground Like Weeping Willows Begging the gods For mercy. We endure We break We lose limbs Yet we stand  Come rain Hurricane Lightening We stand facing the winds