the sunset shades of red and orange
and the black of the city below
the tumult of the world
the needless bloodshed
the destruction of morals
the sense of
there is fighting for the freedoms
that the comfortable among us
thought were won a century ago
or half a century ago
or a decade ago.
so why is the sky still filled with red,
it’s crying out in solidarity
who currently battle for change
the sky says nothing more,
just stares down
at the torn-up town,
a lone, shadowed man stands at his window
as the birds caw and flee
from his rooftop.
through the glass,
he sees the red, the orange,
he sees the faintly tinted violet
and he sees the silver sliver of a moon
rising over it all
Photo by Mind Core
This was written in response to Photo Challenge #318 from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie.
Also shared on earthweal’s open link weekend.