Feb 2020
I'm sorry God,
Im sorry for the dents weve made in your earth
For the hundreds of times weve chiseled our names into your oak trees and indented our fingertips into your mountainsides
Sorry for the vernal grass we laid bricks upon and covered up with our cemented tar streets
For the skyscrapers we built to hinder the clouds; the telephone wires that hide the goodness endowed
Forgive us, for the hundreds of concrete walls we've plastered throughout this luscious landscape
Without anyone's consent … Maybe this is all just gang ****?
We never asked our neighbors if it was okay
For us to set fire to their homelands so that we do a little less work and a little more play
So sorry God
Sorry for the sounds of the cranes and the tractors
For dynamiting whole mountains ranges and hiring good for nothing contractors
And sorry about the humming birds that were forced to stop singing because our truck motors interrupted their harmonies
Forgive us for leaving our chit chat lingering in the atmosphere and for bickering alongside the soft whisper of the wind
Talking, more talking; and walking through the world with a selfish grin
Sorry for the cigarette butts that litter scenic sites and for the newspapers molding in the drain pipes
I know we’ve set fires to the weeping willows; and have killed geese to stuff our bedroom pillows
We’ve left shivering stray cats to live on street corners and have looked at the people living amongst us as foreigners
We’ve jogged past gracious sunsets with so much ease and now walk through the city streets wondering why the **** we can't breathe
Of course not one of us was moved by the fog that loomed over the world yesterday
Or by the way the grey sky was sliced in half by the mere crack crackling of the last week’s thunderstorm
So sorry God
Sorry for caring more about the how the universe fits into some 10 step mathematical equation and looking at our imprint only on occasion
We all strut down plastic streets, briefcases in hand and stress imbedded on our skin
Ruminating about our next dentist appointment and the stock markets win
While we could have tiptoed gently on the raw morning dew and danced gracefully beneath the first raindrops of the season
We instead stomped on humanity with all this selfish treason
So Im sorry for thinking that we could plaster fields of pink tulips with bright lights and billboards and then command the rivers to flow upstream
Sorry for believing that this madness we’ve created is a fulfillment of our dreams
And Im sorry for leaving the dust and dirt of our rash decisions swirling throughout the atmosphere and pointing blame for our clouded vision
Us humans, We are hybrids of dreamy ghosts and destructive savages, Inhabiting the world with our eyes closed;
And…. While this universal plague of blindness going undiagnosed
We drink away the weekends because of course the meaning of this mess….
Is to each just be a "little less stressed"
So sorry God
I'm not sure where our empathy was when it really mattered
And now were left with a world broken and shattered
Im sorry for the dents weve made in your earth
For the hundreds of times weve chiseled our names into your oak trees and indented our fingertips into your mountainsides
Sorry for the vernal grass we laid bricks upon and covered up with our cemented tar streets
For the skyscrapers we built to hinder the clouds; the telephone wires that hide the goodness endowed
Forgive us, for the hundreds of concrete walls we've plastered throughout this luscious landscape
Without anyone's consent … Maybe this is all just gang ****?
We never asked our neighbors if it was okay
For us to set fire to their homelands so that we do a little less work and a little more play
So sorry God
Sorry for the sounds of the cranes and the tractors
For dynamiting whole mountains ranges and hiring good for nothing contractors
And sorry about the humming birds that were forced to stop singing because our truck motors interrupted their harmonies
Forgive us for leaving our chit chat lingering in the atmosphere and for bickering alongside the soft whisper of the wind
Talking, more talking; and walking through the world with a selfish grin
Sorry for the cigarette butts that litter scenic sites and for the newspapers molding in the drain pipes
I know we’ve set fires to the weeping willows; and have killed geese to stuff our bedroom pillows
We’ve left shivering stray cats to live on street corners and have looked at the people living amongst us as foreigners
We’ve jogged past gracious sunsets with so much ease and now walk through the city streets wondering why the **** we can't breathe
Of course not one of us was moved by the fog that loomed over the world yesterday
Or by the way the grey sky was sliced in half by the mere crack crackling of the last week’s thunderstorm
So sorry God
Sorry for caring more about the how the universe fits into some 10 step mathematical equation and looking at our imprint only on occasion
We all strut down plastic streets, briefcases in hand and stress imbedded on our skin
Ruminating about our next dentist appointment and the stock markets win
While we could have tiptoed gently on the raw morning dew and danced gracefully beneath the first raindrops of the season
We instead stomped on humanity with all this selfish treason
So Im sorry for thinking that we could plaster fields of pink tulips with bright lights and billboards and then command the rivers to flow upstream
Sorry for believing that this madness we’ve created is a fulfillment of our dreams
And Im sorry for leaving the dust and dirt of our rash decisions swirling throughout the atmosphere and pointing blame for our clouded vision
Us humans, We are hybrids of dreamy ghosts and destructive savages, Inhabiting the world with our eyes closed;
And…. While this universal plague of blindness going undiagnosed
We drink away the weekends because of course the meaning of this mess….
Is to each just be a "little less stressed"
So sorry God
I'm not sure where our empathy was when it really mattered
And now were left with a world broken and shattered
