Do not ask me to write a better future.
I cannot see a light through
the dark tunnels we are
traveling in our fast flesh cars.
I am not depressed as many are,
because I have seen what horrors
have moved us forward thus far.
My nightmares pale in comparison,
to the carnage other people have been
moving, drowning, and living in.
Poverty and hunger, war and terror,
chaos and destruction, over there
where I don’t have to see,
but I watch and read
enough to know it’s real.
I am coasting while others are roasting,
burning in their own personal hells,
convicted and sentenced to a chemical jail,
that they cannot escape because their cell
is the body that they make.
Rage and anxiety pushing our society
to uncertain extremes,
dividing us into the too many teams;
When we would be better served
by acting like Earth’s steward
and learning to listen to
those who have not been heard,
by making kindness the new holiness,
and finding out why they know this
isn’t how it has to be.
Inclusivity doesn’t cost much,
and we gain the universe
by being able to accept and embrace
change.
But my people like to tear down the strange,
prefer the cold dark caves
from which we sprang,
whilst burning and burying
most outliers.
I live in a world of science deniers,
that don’t give a crap about forest fires,
cause our climate has become
numb and dumb to the truth.
So, though, I may smile
while I am talking to you,
I still believe we are totally *******.