FLOOD

Jason Lily

Bodies on the ground,
Water taking over,
My worst nightmare is here
Sleep is not cheap.

Dehumanized as the flow drifted on my alley,
Taking all the makeup that has been
built for centuries,
Based on the fear to lose it all,
This fear that took birth as love
for the stranger was blooming.

Stripped of empathy trees, this mudslide found its way,
Implosion, this love vessel saw all its foundation collapse,
And we are proudly stating our pov,
This failure had the scent of redemption.

Ideologies on the ground,
Nation on the rise,
Faith in the bank,
Strategies on the starting block.

Let there be flood, let it renew us.

Rehumanization.