letters from afar

Child of stormful year

you woke in a day where vibrance is nowhere
clouds painted the skies with the blackest dark grey
you look around with awe hoping someone would say "come and play"
as rains turn into ashes and winds turn into dust.

you woke in a day where torns replaced flowers
where money can guarantee ultimate power
where wheelchair's a friend you count on when your reputation has been devoured
as rains turn into ashes and winds turn into dust

you woke in a day where they use fear
where you hear people's screams and you see people's tears
where you see white sands filled with foolish boomers and decadent peers.

a child of stormful year, loudly screaming "OUST!"
as rain turn into ashes and winds turn into dust.