Awakened Meet Poem by Dillon Gay

We have come to find it isn't real
A lie we must overcome right now
We could die much like the fowl
With no migration from the cold

Crisis overtakes us all
Fear grips me tight
Unwilling to take the fight
To flee is the choice of the wise

We hold here to be the only ones
To survive, to escape the great clutch
If heard, we will not do much
Tonight, our plan will unfold

I am sure they see us now
No time to fret
Hear! Get ready to get set
I wish you all good luck in (out) there