they flooded the towns with screams that was louder than voice of their leaders they flooded the towns with their signboards calling out for help in the global south
the indigenous living deep in the forests fighting everyday with a giant with force so brutal that breaks their legs but they still stand up and protect the land
the rich continues to get richer while poor is forced to eat the mud someone has gold shining across the neck while someone's eyes shine with sparkling stones
This poem is part of my One Final Truth poetry series, which is about climate change.