Words from Inside My Head

here We the People go, and it’s not just my house,
it’s our house, every house all around is burning,
and everyone’s doing something different,
no one seems to be in charge,
no rescue since the fire department’s on fire too, 

someone’s shouting not to give up, someone’s standing
on their rooftop, someone’s inside watching Netflix, someone’s
packed and backing out, someone’s fanning the fire, someone’s
having a barbeque with the flames.

We do have some water, the same the police used to blast at
crowds, same the powers used in waterboards in torture, it helps with the
tear gas, washes your face clean, all we have are old water buckets
we’ve used before, will it put out the fire if we pour it over our heads,
throw it at each other, if we manage to stop the fire, it won’t be the end, 

it won’t be done, aside from sole survival, there’s stopping it
from happening again, since those who started it
are still there, there are arsonists among us, how do we stop them,
should we throw up, like some are doing, 

throw up our arms and leave, move on, move away,
go elsewhere, give up, give it over, start all over,

start again.and did you think I’d leave
some meaningful metaphorical message 

somewhere in here between lines?  I can’t do that 
I’m too tired, we’ve been here, done this before, and
right now I’m too frightened, too angry, too triggered to
do that, to do more, to do right, right now.