Poetry Day #10

I get so lost sometimes
watching as the world burns,
as centuries of Culture and
Heritage, human lives, are destroyed
for no reason other than who
will be number one among
the billions.

Our world burns,
it cries for our help, our decision
to act and honor what remains
of humanity’s decency, to cast
out the illusion we can bring
back what was already a destructive
horror, just with a nicer veneer.

Day #10 of Poetry Month arrives
as humanity rushes toward oblivion.

Aztec Warrior / redzone 4.10.2026