On a bad day

I step out into the world.
the glass on my shades cracks and shatters.
I do not believe what I’m seeing.
this can’t be real nor can it be a figment of my imagination.
These stories i hear are uttered in a foreign language which no one knows the translation.
The earth beneath my sole is battered and bruised.
the ones who walk above it are heavy handed and flat footed.
This is a sight for sore eyes.
mother nature has been crying all night.
Her children are all dying.
her existence is just a pity and a shame.
Blood flows down every river stream.
hence I conclude we are all separated by blood.
In a time of great danger we cannot even distinguish between sign language and hand gestures.
We cry for those who cannot be with us today.
but they lay down chilled in an iced out fridge.
We hide our deceased in dark dirt pits.
they get to heaven and they see the light.