Wake, my souls!

Can you feel your own humanity?

Billionaire died from his own hand.

Can you feel the inhumanity that

sweeps its death on countless hands?


Can you see your contradiction?

Paradise is not for all.

Can you see the world’s infection that

plays out well on mealtime screens?


Can you hear the sounds of crying?

Superstar just up and died.

Can you hear the leaders lying 

across the land where silence sighs?


Can you smell the forests burning?

Mother crumpled on the road.

Can you smell the corpses rotting

through the subtle waft of your perfume?


Awake! Awake, my souls!

Look into the light, the dark.


There is nothing more than this.

There is nothing worse than loss.