Read Poem: WOKE, by Robert Tobin

I awoke this morning with a vision
The human race at a coffee shop
Sipping lattes while existence
Slowly, slowly stopped

Bombs in the distance
Melted ice caps at our feet
The sun eating through our clothes and skins
A species in defeat

The victims of our own stupidity
Munching bagel bites with placidity
Filled with cream and a final humility
Ending not with a bang
But with caffeine liquidity

I awoke, with a sigh not a scream
Seeing it was still just a dream
Knowing it will soon be reality
Unless we choose love, not finality

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