The flames lick us a fate.
Forcing us into a new birth
of ashes under cold, dark water
with all the things that still matter
in this wretched Earth.
Is it already too late?
While wait and fear
may make most drown,
we shall not let those before us down.
I the watcher, you the seer.
No one should abdicate.
Once all this becomes dust
and behind us approaches despair,
a chant, a song, a noise, a prayer
is gonna let us survive, for we must.
Is anyone left to cross the gate?
Layer upon layer, here we are again,
nothing inside our hearts but the notion
of the power in the smallest revolution
at the hands of the right woman and man.
06/04/2019
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