It is 3:09 am and after watching this i was compelled to throw back my duvet, throw open the floodgates, despite my intentions, i couldn’t stem the flow of tears watching this, neither the flow of inspiration it bore.

I Wept by Josh Osho

Through the torrential rains

They weep

Through the parasites campaign

They weep

For the lifeless soil

They weep

For a harvest spoilt

They weep

In these hellish throes

They weep

From the fiery coves

They weep

From their blackened lungs

They weep

In the binding smog

They weep

Through a vision blurred

They weep

For the infernal curse

They weep

As their heavens fall

They weep

For an open door

They weep