blood-soaked shorelines
the ebb relieves
what it does not remove
but our waters are muddied
since supernovas of hate
are leaking once precious particles
back into our atmosphere
as the carnage begins seeping in
thru our corrupted air
our lungs resist; terrified to breathe
our eyes close; too welled to see

no Ghostbusters
no Superheroes
no cleanup crew awaits
but we will fight

for a tidal wave of change