The clouds send warriors
to bring shame on our land.
The warriors plummet
into our oceans,
our soil,
our souls.
The warriors
slip
down our bodies,
drenching us in hate.
Telling us that everything we are,
everything we have been,
and everything we ever will be
relies solely on them.
They wait in the background
on cold, lonely nights.
Stop!
Shhh..
Listen.
Do you hear them?
Do you hear them whispering?
They're here.
So do you stop and listen?
Or do you scream back?
DO YOU STOP AND LISTEN?
OR DO YOU SCREAM BACK?
They coat our earth.
They slowly blanket our minds.
So what will you do
as they drop
and drop
and drop..?
What will you do
when the clouds send warriors?