If ever they all flew free


I am sitting and the birds won’t be quiet.
I am sitting and the sun won’t stop rising.
I am sitting and my thoughts won’t stop churning.
I am sitting and wondering, does it ever stop.
Even when I am six feet under, the sun will
just keep rising and birds will keep on trilling.
Some say the end is near and others call it far,
but I find that hard to believe. The earth will
always be here, it’s us I’m worried about.
Human skin is paper, burnable, able to char,
but it won’t be a comet that gets us, or the
fires of an angry god. We will get ourselves,
we’ve created enough weapons to manage
an ever-burning inferno, if ever they all flew free.

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