3/18/25 2:00a.m. Nothing

 I awake,
sitting straight up.
Something has happened,
but I know not what.

I turn to my screen,
and the first thing I see,
are three simple words:
"Bombing Has Continued"

There is nothing left,
yet they are still not content.
Those who have persisted,
huddled in ruins,
praying in tents,
all must live out this unreal torment again.

It is a disease.
All over the globe.
These fucking madmen
will continue to rape the earth to her very bones.

You think you are safe,
you say,
"oh what a pity"
But soon you will say,
"HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN IN MY CITY?!"

The depths of their devilishness knows no limit,
The reach of their hunger surpasses all summits,

Then when it is far too late 
and you take to the streets,
you will get a taste,
of the chaos you have sown
The chaos now reaped.
Your religion will not save you.
Or protect your streets.
Soon they will not need you,
and then what a treat,
You'll see exactly what you voted for,
or what you allowed to happen in your disinterested sleep.

So drink your beer,
smoke your weed,
take whatever drug helps you sleep,
for soon even that will be of no aid.
Just remember it was your slumber and disinterest,
that gave them all the leeway,
for their sick and twisted malicious games.

It is the coming of a wave,
the churning of the tide,
there were warnings along the way,
but you turned a blind eye.

How long can you go without buying something new?
How many farmers do you know-
Can you grow your own food?

You think your wealth will insulate you,
but when that is hoodwinked away,
then what will you do?

There is still time,
things which can be done,
but if you keep doing what you're doing,
it will all come undone.

But if you are waiting for a fight in the street,
you are still in a dream,
because it will be slingshots vs satellites.
Muskets versus things you've only seen in sci-fi movies
and blinking tv screens.