Through the fire and chaos, I see you engulfed in the flames.
Wearing the weight of the world on your shoulders.
I hate to see crying
Natives to these lands
No one can see, nor hear your cries.
Fists slammed against glass, nowhere to hide.
We all look in on the latest reality-tv show
Denying it exists
Every night while you sleep, loved ones slip away
They become names on a growing list
Memories of people whose history is erased
But we hold their scarves in our hands,
Remanence of their scent lingers
There’s no time for you to cry
But my heart bleeds for you daily.
I place the weight of your world on my shoulders.
I’ll carry it until you are strong enough
As the twinge of hunger sets in
The pain pierces through women with nursing children
I stand paralyzed,
Engulfed in volcanic ash
Everywhere I look is on fire.
Flattened by humanity’s own hands
Nowhere is safe,
Bombs drop on aide
Water is not safe
Bodies piling in the streets as fresh rain washes over them
People from all walks of life, stand united
Lean on us
We will take on your ache.
Lean on us
Our voice will be heard.
Nicole Johnson 
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