Suddenly it was like nothing mattered,
One mere scratch on the cornea of God.
Self-imposed within a manmade rapture
Silently, nature still evaded our capture.
Our blood left on the palms of hands that
Slid the knife into the backs of children.
Seeing how well your money floats
Only now seeing what you monopolised –
Seas, trees, and the rays of sunshine.
Sending workers to build you a boat
Obtained from oils spills and dollar bills to
Sail into the sunset as we try to stay afloat.
Millie Percival is a 21 year old poet from Scarborough, North Yorkshire who is currently studying English Literature Creative Writing at university. Her previous published works include I Wish to Return Home published by The Ekphrastic Review as well as smaller publications in the university literary magazine FLASH with April Fools and Ode to Saturn.
You can find Millie on Instagram @artificial_lemons
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