Mount Cotopaxi

Ash sprays your lungs, light starts to gray
For the first time in your privileged life
You 
Are 
Not Okay
Leave your father, trip his nurse
Grab your kids (after the purse)
Sprint and sprint, run with the slew
Hope somebody's slower than you
As you fall in towards the back
Eye your family, eye your pack
Perhaps it needs just two to sate
Then you won't be on it's plate
Say you're helping, grab a pack
Then push your son onto his back
Grab your limping daughters crutches
Hope you're now out of its clutches
And once you're finally at the top
You don't halt fighting, never stop
Grab a phone from a fresh orphan
It's okay, you're more important
Depart the summit in a taxi
That winds it's way down Mt. Cotopaxi