Don't Let Us Burn
by APJ.Klein
Since time began,
We were to be stewards of the earth –
To nourish it and tend to it
And remember its shining worth –
You forgot –
You broke the promise –
Obscured the promise
Into lies
Lies that blackened ombre skies
Weighted them with smog and unfurling fog
I walked through it
My lungs were filled with
Arsenic.
I looked to the sun
And was burned
Alight in a blaze of colour
Colour into coldness –
The ashes fell,
Like shadows on my skin.
It’ll be alright –
A longer summer –
We’ll toast to that tonight –
They’re laughing with each other in Parliament –
They’re hungering in Parliament
For not fruit
But paper –
The money printed by metal thumbs
And fuelled through an engine
Of unfiltered valour –
I utter a song
of scarlet anger,
only to be scorched
by the rain.
spring came and went,
far too soon –
you took it too soon
stripped the branches of their petals
and torched the berries that came through.
I ran to you,
for reconciliation –
you smiled
saying it would be okay –
I thought I saw day
, only to realise
it was another flame
devouring and destroying,
destructing and desolating
the extravagance
of a heavenly artist.
You let His works melt away –
running and streaming
streaking and screaming –
blotting out the vibrancy
oiling the furnace
so that you might devastate me.
I catch clouds on my fingertips
moon and stars
they’re blanched –
asobered spectacle
we cannot put them back –
a chalky white
the night’s symphony is muted,
plugged out by a cacophony –
a cacophony of your catastrophe
you wreathe your works in the dirt.
About the Poet:
Angelina Klein is a teenage poet and writer. She attends a youth council forum where she has the chance to voice her opinions, get involved in campaigns, and hold questionnaires with key members of the community. Her passion for preserving nature filters through her words; she participates in open-mic poetry evenings and has her work published on various sites. She wishes to spend all her days writing to make a difference and inspire, for she believes life deserves to be seen in full colour, and that sometimes to bring the colour to a greyscale scene, we must become the painter.
Connect with her on Instagram @apj.klein.poetry.
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