If daily rains on meadows flowers can grow with comfort,
mosquitoes will feast in shallow ponds
one tries to simplify drought
brown yards, barren rivers by dreaming
only to arrive on hunger, thirst, and forest fires.
“Millenials think they can change the world”
touching and swiping the landscape
are they new pair of eyes looking,
new mind thinking?
They arrive at the entrance of somewhere
the door opens
abundance and famine
thousands of ballgames, concerts
thousands of migrants shivering on the borders
or dying on the shore.
Are these pictures new, you ask.