It’s the stars’ fault
I say
Weren’t they supposed to know everything?
And the sky
The blood red sky
Shouldn’t it have stooped?
And the mountains
Snow clad
They should have thawed and cried a river!
The winds
Why didn’t they whistle?
For what you did to me,
The world should have stopped
For a moment
And taken notice.
For what you did to me,
The world should have paused
And refrained itself
from turning.
For what you did on that night
Would take centuries
To make right.
But it didn’t.
The world spun on.
I wonder if that’s why
Today
Your world is burning.