a swoosh of wind may
cause a scream to erupt,
unfolding the lies those
that thought trees cannot speak.
i tell them of the words that birds speak
but nobody believes me
because they think no one speaks bird.
maybe i’m insane
but the screams my body deliver
when the sun sets are not mine
they belong to those that see evil in human eyes
bleeding the words in paper,
the wound too deep to heal.
it breaks my heart to know that the woman
that was killed last night was seen as a threat,
in the way of human made power.
the skies scream it’s too late,
i see that too and sob,
for they have killed themselves,
with the blades and guns they could control.
power drunk monsters have indeed built
the walls of hell on Earth.
if this is a game,
then i’m afraid to say i’m losing,
the only thing i never thought i possessed,
after a male looked at my body with hunger at an early age.