We Are the Storm
We
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A single
Raindrop.
Alone and yet
Our fellows are all
With us. Each seeking.
Smudging down the building
And wiping clean the smog left
By our histories and wars and trauma
We, the tears of generations ours and not
Are the silver dew that cleans the world
Through all the fire and brimstone and
Blood and pain that scorches our
History sour.
Each new generation brings hope and fervor for change.
We were born from pain and fear and feel our own as well, covering the world in grey.
And yet with each of us. Each drop of our lives and moment passing,
We bring a new life to the barren cities and desolate world
That is ours.