We Are Not Enough
I don't think I can do this.
I will never be prepared enough
to avoid being swept away
by this crazy death dance
the world has become.
I do not have enough bandages,
medications, knives or guns.
What I have, the world has made useless.
War will not kill the weak,
weakness kills the weak
and I am a weakling
with no power
to save what I have gathered together
while turning a blind eye.
The hatred is tipping over.
Can you feel the insanity
toppling over the pit it has dug?
I don't think we can survive ourselves
I don't think anymore,
I just hide my eyes from the blood,
but there is always more blood
and never enough bandages.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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