I am tired —
tired of a world that pretends not to see
the homeless sleeping beneath its neon lights.
I am tired of wars
manufactured by the rich
and paid for with the bodies of the poor.
I am tired of poverty
in a planet swollen with abundance,
where the storehouses overflow
but the children still cry for bread.
I am tired of hopelessness
in a world drenched in possibility.
I am tired of greed
that fattens itself
while whole nations starve.
O I am tired —
tired, tired, tired —
of watching children die
in the rich man’s holy wars,
sacrificed on the altar of profit.
I am tired of seeing another human being
wandering the streets without a home
while empty buildings rise like monuments
to our collective indifference.
I am tired as glaciers melt like candles.
I am tired as oceans climb the coasts.
I am tired as species vanish
like erased testimonies.
I am tired of income inequality —
this engineered misery,
this quiet terrorism of deprivation.
I am tired that humanity still refuses
to confront the truth:
that injustice is not an accident
but a system.
OOO I am tired —
tired that we cling to political structures
that no longer serve the living,
tired that we worship economies
that devour their own children.
Yes, yes, yes —
OOOO I am tired, tired, tired
And the earth is tired with me.