The sky is falling
and the earth is splitting and we will fall
into the chasms created by the ground
tearing apart at its seams.
There’s nothing to inhale now —
only black smoke and guilt and regret
and that never leaves the lungs
and we cannot take a breath to scream.
And the flowers die and one by one
the animals cease to be except in our memories
and picture books and videos
and that’s all that we will come to know them by.
And our children are not who we raised them to be
and live in this world and another
that has no rules by which we recognise
except through likes, and followers, and such.
Righteousness is a gun
and a bomb is a promise for more things to come.
Fear is our language
as is freedom.
This is the world we are leaving behind.
Trash upon trash and smog
and trails of paper money
that you cannot neither eat nor drink
This is the world on its knees:
civilisation pressed against the ground
and all the people struggling with the weight
of millions and millions of years
thrust upon their shoulders and backs
straining with the heavy load of their own undoing.
Responsibility is not an abstract thing
because it has weight and it is heavy
and it will crush us all
if we are found wanting.