There is no sleeping.

There is no sleeping.

When I put my ear

To the pillow

I hear drummers

Beating

Millions of people

Struggling to breathe

Pressure building

There will be thunder

It is prescribed

The drone of night noise

The hum of machines

An explosion of

Humanity

The world is dying

For want of a few

Home truths

Questioned by children

Denied by adults

Debunked by frauds

Waving white flags

Stuffing their pockets

With blood money.

It is ironic,

When there will be

Nothing left

To spend it on

Black smoke lies on

The horizon

Defeat is on the cards

There is no beating

The odds

When a house

Built on sand

And promissory notes

Is teetering on the brink

Sleep easy

Count your blessings

There are mountains to climb