How do we respond to the question

That unsettles our hearts,

The rocks speak to us,

The rivers cry, the bush burns,

The floods consume our properties

To the rooftops,

Global viruses mutate, invading

Our life flow patterns,

Our pie in the sky is losing its lustre,

Dictators burn cities and people

Into smithereens,

We seek peace and solace

From nowhere but here,

From within our souls

Tormented by paradise lost,’

lost in our self-inflicted affliction,

mournful of what we have become.

Peace is at the gate waiting

for us to come to our senses.