Perhaps

 

Perhaps, this world is broken

on fire, doomed to expire

but right this second, somewhere

someone has flowers in their hair

to bring the light, and someone

sits awake, all night

just to hold a hand, take a look

there are people running miles

in silly suits, to show their care

and yes this world is shattered

everywhere, but there is glue

and it is me and it is you

picking up pieces of each other

to get through.

--to all the people helping

--Donna Ashworth