We hide separately as a darkness begins to ravish us
metamorphic, erratic, it twists itself into our bodies
We can’t anticipate what it is hungry for
It consumes lungs, hearts, and minds
Pulls us into the ground,
making hundred thousands of us rot silently
the majority of us not caring, not seeing, not wanting to see
Then some of us punch holes into our collective soul
strangle us, gas us, make us bleed
Can’t we understand we are an us
more the same then different
some us scream, scream very loudly,
But some of us will always be deaf to every voice besides the one they already believe
And some of us will ignore, preserving the peace of their small worlds
Leaving others to worry, to cry,
Will I be safe?
Will my children be safe?
Because there are too many of us
No feels responsible but everyone is.