When I talk to others, we talk loud and clear.
When I finally tell them that “hey, dooms day is near.”
I mention the world and the way that it burns.
The way that the animal lives and yearns
for the days when the humans weren’t taking their families and homes,
away from them.
I remember to mention the catastrophic events
of the world that we live in at all it’s expense.

When they say stop, I forget to hear.
When they don’t talk, I finally ask,
“Hey what’s wrong” and they reply:
“Hey” “we’ll just go,
the other way”

Away from me
Away from the truth
It’s hard to accept reality.