Call to Action

we clamored to be saved,

wailing round pandora’s box after the evils unleashed turned our future into end-of-days aftermath.

my tribe is sentimental. we sift through the ashes of a world that once held our weight, feeling lucky we are safe, and only this kind of crushed.

we waste no time, weaving grievances into a banner

until the truth’s whisper grows to a shout:

remember. before this fire,

y’all were lightning.