Unspoken

we grow silent

no more fucks to give

having seen the world

for what it is

ideals discarded

by the roadside

like the greasy wrappers

of our happy meals

                  *

god has emigrated

far beyond

our walled border

we have no choice now

but to build

our makeshift shelters

with overlooked stones

whose color has no name

                  *

as the planet warms

diminishes in its

capacity for life

concerns over migration

immigration

differences

continue

like the sea

to rise

our anointed rulers

cannot say

the words

climate change

for fear the drills

will turn upon them

we survive by the repetition

of habits and excuses

old temples crumble

while faceless soldiers

play games of chance

in the hollows of

submarines and

refortified silos

                  *

there is no equality

when everyone's the same

only women have

the strength to save us 

those who have

purged themselves

by rebirth and

the fires of determination

of the twisted angry

chromosome that

asks why from

the very bone but

refuses to listen

to the answer