Horizons are for drinking, not burning

The seas shine with the shadow of the Holy Ghost
while the land absorbs the impact of millions
falling to their knees
ready to sell out their Savior
for an imaginary slice of the power.

The misguided
turn no cheeks
while stocking up on ammo
and proclaiming the end times.

Armed revolt
turns water into whiskey
and teaches a man
to shoot his brother,
convinced he’ll steal a fish.

Backlash leads to ridicule
leads to hunger
leads to strife
leads to humanity rising
where the children
can finally
take back the night.

January 20, 2022

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