When the World is Burning

When the world is cracked and skies are red, And silence drowns the morning dove, We paint the truths we cannot shed, And bleed our hope in lines we love. When smoke replaces open air, We write with ash upon the flame. Creation is a rebel’s prayer, A whispered vow to still remain. So let them say it’s not the time — But art was born in darker days. We turn the chaos into rhyme, And carve defiance into praise. A piece from The Inexplicit Project — a world shaped by legacy, power, and quiet resilience. Gifted as a token of the journey we share through art.