This is
This is a call out
A radio call out
To anyone listening
I’m out of here
I’m in the clear
I’m done I got the fear
Oh yes it’s clear
You can see it in my face
My eyes are dry
My tears won’t cry
And it’s a holy disgrace
Why can’t I just escape
You’ve had your fun
I’m on the run
I’m near blinded by the sun
Been here before
You can see me on my knees
The web is spun
The war is won
On the dark side of the sun
Thy will be done
I’m near here I come
Blinded by the sun
You can see me on my knees
Empty the rivers
Empty the seas
Of filth debris
Dirt and disease
Insects bees and lying politicians
Controlling our news
With guns and ammunition
This is
This is a call out
A radio call out
To anyone listening
Image adapted from photo at unsplash.com