Dear reader,
This is not a smile
A soft reminder

This is not a note
Tacked to your wall
To be forgotten

This is not tentative
Whisper
Uncertain and
Afraid

This is not a ruling
An order
Obey

This is not some nothing
You can just push
Aside for later, never

This is not forgettable

This is now

This is a calling
Your calling
Someone is calling your name

So stand up

This is an echo through
Humanity

There is no one else

This is something
More than

This is action
Needed
Or else

There will be nothing
Left
To act for

This is over
-due
Already expired

This is something
Mommy
Will not be able to
Fix

This is the trees
Despair

This
cold
Sad
Fog

This is inhumane

This is what we carry
Down
From the generations

This is us
This is now

Dear reader;
The time for waiting
Is long over

The time for sleeping
It’s already morning

The time for mourning
Is after

We need the time
We don’t have

We haven’t the time for needs

For if we want to be able
To need
To sleep
To mourn

We need no more superficial smiles
No more forgotten reminders
No more patronizing pats
No more avoiding
No more

We need to open our eyes
To the stark reality that we are facing
Or we will
Have no more reality to face

No more spring mornings to wake to
No more notes on the fridge
No more friendly
No more family

We will
No more

We are
Facing
An apocalypse

We are
Going
To sleep through our own ends

So no more dear

Reader
You are the one
Your name is being called

You smile
You talk with encouragement
But don’t bother to open your eyes and see
That you are the one needing to be
En-couraged

You are the Accountable