How Lonely Are The Masses

Jillian Mihailovich ‘25

How lonely are the masses

How lonely are the masses
Who look up at the tremendous tree
Staring into the rooted depths of divinity 
Interconnected the one who came before
And walk away oblivious 
Forgetting

How lonely are the masses 
Who lay in solidarity 
While the rest form a prayer under red bricks 
Singing to the cross
Asking why they can’t muster up the faith
And who God is

How lonely are the masses 
Whose lips blaze in harshness 
Spitting out fire 
To their sisters and brothers
Because of the scorching flames they once endured
Engulfing them in a wildfire of detestation, like that of a disease 

How lonely are the masses 
Whose devotion goes to the glossy opulence once bathed in 
Whose eyes look towards that of the handsome pearled object 
Rather than the beautiful soul 
Whose residences are filled with hideous golden fortunes 
Rather than the chorus of the carefree

How delighted am I 
To look at the elder tree and shout “thank you!”
To join harmonies hands in hopeful despairs
To spill kind sunlight from my lips
To feast in loveliness of humanity  
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To be alive!