Above and Below the Surface By Snehanjali Sumanth
If I were to assume the clouds were my home Then perhaps I escaped when they looked the other away To a place where men hurt one another, and others With surprising senses of hate and pleasure. I'd look back up at my home now forsaken Moving fast and strong against the buildings’ edge, A tiny cloud on Earth, in love with the earth's horizon. If I were to assume my new home was chaos, Then I would fit right in, a lost cloud on a lost planet Caught within the eddies of lust and capital Swept away by the wishes of everyone but me. I'd wonder how everything went so wrong, When we began to hide behind exclusion, Why we slay empathy with avarice. Since I assume the world isn’t sane I can see past these defined solid walls, Hasty constructions of fear and control They grew so large, we forgot we made them, Grew so permanent, we thought we couldn’t forsake them. So, we let them be our kings and queens and presidents Ruling strong the land of lies.