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?
This poem was made for me to perform. It sounds better if you read it out loud.