Satellite Red

by Elizabeth Atchoi

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We saw you scream

We saw you run

We say you hide from the white sizzling gun

Covered in dirt

Buried alive

They try to erase all signs of life

All traces of you gone

But for the spreading read

Under the dome

We saw you fight

We saw you cry

We say you sing from day to night

Till we saw you no more

But for the spreading red under the dome

We dropped tears as they dropped bo,bs

For the heart of humanity appears to be gone

Only sattelites now came to see

Capturing the red

Flowing from all the rivers

To all our seas

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Atchoi is a scientific researcher with a PhD in Animal behaviour and Light pollution. She is a South-african-Portuguese sci-fi and revolution writer that uses stream of consciousness style writing to both cope with mental illness and process the current world.

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Atchoi about the piece: “I wrote this to process the abhorrent satellite images that showed blood spilled in Sudan.”