wetlands

Clinging to hope, stretching for life..
sound of silence.. but on a loud-ly course.
Dark ooze thwarting the strays of light
Reeds no longer dancers in the wind,
instead a base of rusted wire... a place where day has left, and night no longer imagines.
Song of the wetlands mute.
Hum of the insects, vacant.
a million homes unraveled..
Ejected, falling apart..
Life here to tears,
While a spill, away they have turned,
hoping resolve,
it is nowhere near. Urgency not in vocabulary...
Those who play, play this playground, has lost its face.
Lost its smiling slide.. Lost her name.
Bullied, a fast begins


What is the plan? we go from here