In a world where fear is instilled,
The noise, the news, the narratives
Of sickness, of disaster, of poverty
Run! They shout!
It’s coming, it’s close, it will kill you!
I ran so fast and then stopped to rest,
I looked back, I saw nothing.
What am I running from? I asked,
“Oh, you have no idea” they replied
Keep running or it’ll catch you
And when it does, you’ll die.
I ran, I ran, I ran out of breath,
I shout I’m done!
I’m out of breath, this I feel, and it can kill,
What I run from, I do not see or feel.
Then they began again,
Fear they instill
The noise, the news the narratives.
Shh… Quiet!
I turned the noise off.