Oh Future

Hanging in the sky looking down at the sun
trying to rain,
Five bucks for a crooked foot.

News bursts and opinions seep through the web
spun by many,
A blind man and an outstretched hand.

Words and spears and embers glowing
red and hot,
A baby's skin burns in the heat.

Holding on the inside looking in
without oxygen,
A sharp word and armour plate.

Oh future