a door slams
closed to the world
and the news reads
the next day
there was never hope,
you came for nothing;
nothing is what you get.

we jeopardize our lives
for the instant
and dream of a future
where the sky is blue
and the shitstorm we’re in
will somehow cleanse our air.

now is the time
to be the knob
with the open mind
who sees now’s brackish blend
for what it is.

let hope prevail
and doves of white fly
through skies not of pink
for our children to behold.