snow and ashes

Snowflakes falling looks like a dream,
but shovelling thick snow is a task.

Some millions tear up with Notre Dame,
then mutely smells Amazon’s ash.

When will we speak, when we should?
When will we answer, when we are asked?

I hope before our mothership sinks.
I hope before we all turn into dust.

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