too much politics?

too much politics?

and yet for someone, 

somewhere, today

was the end of 

the world and nobody, 

not even the ones

who promised, 

answered their calls. 

and yet the treaties keep

failing, there are 

axes left unburied--

children step on mines 

scattered by their fathers,

all because 

a man in a suit decided

 some people

shouldn't live any longer. 

and yet we call them 

monsters, 

the refugees who flee

to the edges of the Earth;

those who

couldn't stay starving, 

stay hurt, stay hidden. 

and yet we can see

the bloodstains from

space, hear the cries

of the people 

they tried to stifle,

read the stories of civilians 

crushed like ants 

into the dirt.

and yet, they do nothing. 

and yet, can you hear

the people out marching?

and yet, we can try. 

To keep loving, 

to keep talking, 

to keep being--

and don't ever stop. 

Not for anything.