My shadow

When the world needs a lullaby...

When I die, my shadow will remain

To collect the screams of mothers

and the silence of children

Too weak or hungry to cry

Their sunken eyes and bloated stomach

like burning effigies…

For the men who shed their suits

and dance naked in the desert

Yelling…

Peace, man, peace!

While men who wear suits like armor

dance in front of podiums

faces red with venom

Yelling…

Vengeance, man, vengeance!

And when they’ve tired of their dancing

They gather in darkness

scheme over AI and Crypto

breath heavy with smoke and whiskey.

My shadow will collect their empty words

with the screams of mothers

and the silence of children.

And to the sway of a rising tide

and the crackle of burning trees

A melody will play

so that the world can sleep in harmony.