It's two minutes to midnight
Yet hardly anyone
Flinches
We continue to take
Our home
For granted
Because important things
Seem to be defined
By the only thing that matters:
Money
While real problems
Go unnoticed
Pressing issues
That need to be tended to
Are shown a blind eye
And even as I write this
Our home
Keeps getting destroyed
By us
And the likes of us
And while some of us
Complain and rant about it
We are, one way or another,
Responsible
For the incoming doom
That will inevitably be
Humankind's plight
As the clock ticks faster
Towards midnight