Inconsolable now, the collective unconscious of the world cries for the deserts that are no longer brown but red. The oceans black from oil spills, all marine life placed in endangerment for the already rich governments to increase their greed quotient. The streets paved with the same poison that flows into our homes, numbing our minds as we succumb to the notion that we just might be this dumb. Bombs are all that fall from the sky that once blessed us with rain and beamed on us through its magnificent sun. War will not end until we refuse to attend yet the cycle begins anew then resets again. Convinced by corporate slaves that we are in an emergency state, instead of helping one another, we lash out with hate, no safer now than we ever were yet mass hysteria increases from day to day. Though my brother in the streets is no different from the rich, poor, or middle class, we are told he should help himself and hurry by, head turned, so fast. Humanity abandoned, our focus on survival led us to forget what it means to be alive, selfishness and resentment isolate us from loved ones that once helped us thrive. The damage we have done is far worse than we choose to accept as we continue to infect our Earth just because we can. All that was once natural is now enhanced or modified, chemicals contaminate even our most sacred lands that filled our ancestors with pride, as we wring our hands as though it is too late to make a change because our hope has died. The seasonal highs outdone by lows, as the climate we once knew abandons us no longer wishing to compete with pollutants in the air or our twisted definition of progress. Through robbing some of their civil rights, perceived threats were met with venom, eyes traded for eyes until the entire world went blind. Deaf, and dumb to others' misfortunes or plights if they are out of sight, but instead entranced by happenstance, and scenarios that were most likely planned. Ignorance is neither sadness nor bliss, but just the opposite of awareness; our beliefs our own to choose yet there is still senseless prejudice. In the age of information, only we are to blame for staying uninformed, only we are responsible for conforming to the norm. Free thinkers and light workers will help the world hold on, but until then all we can do is pray that compassion is just missing and not permanently gone.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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