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Mar 2014
The ocean's powerful dark waves
Spit into the billowing winds
S­plash onto our already tearful faces
The ocean is big
We went f­or a dip
But found ourselves out of land's sight
I feel these p­inches
and bites
of the world's stammering mouth
surrounding t­he waves and
preventing us from resurfacing
shaded by the sai­ls of the sinking boats
the drowning economy
the flailing polit­ical states that forgot how to swim
the last breathes of human r­ights
and the Earth is frightened as a child
as the disease of­ humanity
quickly devours her
and we race her to our own death­s
As if it was a friendly game of Marco Polo
We can see blots o­f our trivial goals
as we come up for air
But oxygen doesn't vi­sit us so frequently anymore
Maybe because we didn't invite him to o­ur dinner party and took him for granted
My dreams of being part of things that happen on­ a big scale
Are realized
We are in the center of the whirlpool­
and our toxic boats are pulling us down with them
No matter **­w small we are
what we have built was too big
To avoid
I trie­d to climb the trees
take my loved ones to the tops
but any att­empts to salvage were useless
The trees were not on our side
ev­en if we were on theirs
I would prefer to drown in water
Than t­his.
Written by
sobie
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