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What is there to do? As fires burn and hopes melt What can I do? With every day that passes, A new dawn of destruction emerges, For every bird song, a million keys bashed to the beat of the working day. What will I do? When my food is gone, my home, my work, my car! Where do we go? When water, finally prescious, Our immaculate containers, no longer made, scattered across the oceans carpet. Why should I care? When I won’t even be there! I’ll surely outlive this tall tale of woe. It is only I who does something. Whilst others do nothing. It’s pointless and futile, doomed by despots in everyday clothing. Hoaxes, misinformation, It’s blown all out of proportion, Quacks, sooth sayers, falsehoods and lies, to scare our children, To darken our minds' skies. You will regret it. you will be the reason. When we all suffer for your gross neglect. Living it up on earths expense - thinking only of yourself. I bet you laugh whilst eating meats dipped in fine black oils, gargling, snorting, farting, I hope you choke! - angry face Oh how Respect has died an awful death, Thrown into Mozarts grave, Along with Reason, Rationality, Responsibility, What can I do? When none of you see, The answers are here, our hands hold the keys. Show mercy, show care find comforts in fertile earth, for tomorrow, she may not soe, Reuse, reduce, repair - share. It is not I who can do it - but we can.
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Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 4:23 AM UTC
We Us Ours
What is there to do? As fires burn and hopes melt What can I do? With every day that passes, A new dawn of destruction emerges, For every bird song, a million keys bashed to the beat of the working day. What will I do? When my food is gone, my home, my work, my car! Where do we go? When water, finally prescious, Our immaculate containers, no longer made, scattered across the oceans carpet. Why should I care? When I won’t even be there! I’ll surely outlive this tall tale of woe. It is only I who does something. Whilst others do nothing. It’s pointless and futile, doomed by despots in everyday clothing. Hoaxes, misinformation, It’s blown all out of proportion, Quacks, sooth sayers, falsehoods and lies, to scare our children, To darken our minds' skies. You will regret it. you will be the reason. When we all suffer for your gross neglect. Living it up on earths expense - thinking only of yourself. I bet you laugh whilst eating meats dipped in fine black oils, gargling, snorting, farting, I hope you choke! - angry face Oh how Respect has died an awful death, Thrown into Mozarts grave, Along with Reason, Rationality, Responsibility, What can I do? When none of you see, The answers are here, our hands hold the keys. Show mercy, show care find comforts in fertile earth, for tomorrow, she may not soe, Reuse, reduce, repair - share. It is not I who can do it - but we can.
We forget often that the small actions of the masses are what matters. Too often we blame someone else for our non action and rely on others to fix and mend our world. We have given up and decided nothing can be done, when we forget we are the ones that truly matter, our actions every day dictate tomorrows fate.
EArthur
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32/Uk
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 4:23 AM UTC
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