The world falls apart when we all stay still
When we pretend nothing is our problem
But we are capable of taking everything
The world falls apart as we hide in the shadows
When we make the monsters our own and leave them under our children’s beds
It is our doing as we ignore
As we pretend
That nothing truly ends
Maybe it does not have to end
But we will still suffer
As the sky grows black
And the ground is filled with cracks
Brittles bones of tree trunks
Elephants without tusks
Nothing but ashes fill the sky
And a little child asks why
Why does everything die ?
Why don’t the clouds cry ?
Where did the bears go ?
What happened to their home ?
It is our own doing
We are the monsters we make
And we have set them all free
And there is no time left
To mute the screams
No arc to preserve the flesh
we have left
Only time to watch and eyes to dull
Because we chose money and greed
Things that don’t matter to you or me
I’m sorry my child
There will be no more blue skies
Or clouds that cry
Only darkness
And death
The world has suffered too much debt