The Earth is Feeling.

The Skies are full.
The Clouds are grieving.
The Wind wrestles, rumbles,
Roars through the alleyways.

The environment changes daily.
The landscape is new.
The city is burning.

Burning,
The city is
Burning!
Burning!
The city,
It’s burning.

Let ‘er burn.

Let ‘er rage.
Let her scream
Let her dream,
She is not a machine.

The country is frying.
Her people are dying.
The streets are burning.
‘Least Heads are turning.

The winds, they rumble,
“Burn It down.”
The trees, they fumble,
“Burn It down.”
The Heads, they tumble.
"Burn It down."

They learned from Ferguson:
Release a
Statement
“Do it now,”
The “We’ll just make it”s.

But, all the while,
The Skies are gray
The Blue, the Green
The Tears of May.

I might not have the words to say;
Afraid to go Outside today.
I love my people
Who burn It down.
I love my people
Who gather ‘round.

All the while,
The Skies are full,
The Earth still spins.
The “World” gets dim,