The Drowning Men

Photo by Matt Hardy on Unsplash

At the break of dawn, we soaked our wobbling ankles

in the shallow water where it all began.

Then we built castles with shells of cockles,

some crumbled as the waves swallow the sand.

We watch the sun rises and fall, some of us witnessed

the dark days, the days it was hidden behind

chemical clouds, or when we blamed it for self-made aridness.

Lies filled our throats and turned us blind.

And so, with our arrogance, we march deeper into the open sea

until our feet hit nothing but the tides and each others’ shanks

choking in the ocean of humans but no humanity

drowning under billows of poisons and planks.

Up above our empty heads rainbow left the sky.