The Man in the Sky

I found myself standing in the street

screaming at the man in the sky.

Strangers passing by staring at me

while some were familiar with why,

and they kept on with their lives.

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Well, I've been here now for quite some time.

Somebody stopped by earlier;

their dissonant cries echoed with mine.

Somehow, their cry was dirtier;

for a moment, the world rang quiet.

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"Where were you then? Where are you now?

Are any of us that are lost

really ever going to be found?

Where are you now?"

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I smelled thick black smoke rising down the line

and I found that the world was on fire;

the colors, they were one of a kind,

while a still crowd billowed skyward,

and the man in the sky was silent.

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"Where were you then? Where are you now?

Are any of us that are lost

really ever going to be found?

Where are you now?"

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A heartfelt dedication to those who have experienced tremendous pain, suffering, or loss. If you want to scream, I'll scream with you. I'm sorry for your pain. I wish I could take it away for you.

A special thought goes out to victims of the California wildfires. A family fleeing after losing their home entered my neighborhood as refugees and they have California heavy on my mind. My continuous thoughts and sincere prayers are with all affected.