If you’re one of those who thinks God will save us from any mess we get ourselves into, so we can do whatever the hell we want to do, I hope you’re right. Maybe that’s not enough, but I do hope you’re right. On the other hand, I can’t help but think, well, if I was God, I would’ve thrown up my hands and walked away from us idiots a long time ago. And where does that leave us now with our planet on fire, inadequate leadership, a virus killing thousands per day and no way out? I know where it leaves us. It leaves us at the end of all that has nurtured us for so long.
The End of the Dream, or Burning Hell
By Michelle Garren Flye
Here we stand at the end of the dream.
Where do we go now?
I see no shining trails leading us away
From the end of all we know.
From bloody skies and boiling streets,
There is no rescue to come.
This horror we’ve concocted here
Is what’s left of our home.
Yes, the dream is gone, and rage takes over;
I feel it under my skin.
It crawls in through my open mouth
And makes its home within.
Fire and famine, fear and sorrow,
Burning hell takes over.
The nightmare has only just begun—
No one’s coming to wake you.