Wars rage across the globe
Black tender weaponized, legalized, expedited
Back into western folds
Pockets lined with silver and gold
And the rain falls
Billionaires wearing t-shirts and jeans
Their assets splitting at the seams
Go to the moon
To float around in zero gravity
With their mugs of civet coffee
And the rain falls
Priests and rabbis and the clergy
Preach from pulpits blood-streaked
With people sacrificed, ostracized, cast aside
As God is their witness, we all see
And the rain falls
A woman takes in an elder drenched
In torrents that wrenched
The next meal and rent
From his shaking hands
He cries without a sound
His tears surge into the floods
Rolling down
Crimson-hued carrying blood
From the mountains to the sea
As the country drowns.
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Mahvash Mohtadullah 