Roar

In the smoke, his hope dies breathless. There is nothing he has not endured. Fear, pain, sadness, and anger. No words, no person, nothing gets through. His crushed energy and hope can no longer withstand the trauma. Anger burns and breathing suffocates. The obvious is no longer obvious. Nothing is normal. Ethics and morals has hit rock bottom and there is no purpose to anything left. He tells the air he will live if he lives and dead when he dies. Nothing simpler than this. He has no choice or timeline. Planning and wishing is meaningless.

Life buried under crumbling debris sinks and disappears in silence. We cry in pain, we cry in fear, and we cry for all life. We grow weary of the unknown and we go silent in disbelief. We all cry out a roar. In anger, we all scream, but the powerful do not hear, they do not fear, and they do not feel.

In confusion we cry out in hopes heaven will hear. We scream in stifle to beg for life. We fight for peace to be restored. We pray for love to come back. We pray for humanity to win. We roar to feel less pain.

The world offers free air but many cannot breathe. The world is spacious, but many have nowhere to go. The world is full of choices but many have none. Is it that inconvenient to see what is happening beyond your ignorance? How would you pay for your greed to the generations to come? What the fuck are you really fighting for?