You were one
I, too, was one
Then we became one
And now we are none

Few reflects your light
Like the good-old moon
Most spear into the heart
With a five-pronged harpoon

depends
it all depends
on too many variables
that aren’t detectable
mostly until during or
after the damages

When I say
Love is in the air
I don’t mean it’s near me
Or it’s around the corner
Like most of you would
I mean it in a way more like;
The bird’s in the air
The plane’s in the air
The spaceship’s in the air
Without cursing at the planner
Yet, in an unreachable manner

The world is now
A ****** crazy-house
Full of ignorant *****
Controlled and victimized
By a bunch of psychopaths
And this isn’t even a metaphor
Well, unfortunately not anymore

I know sweetheart
You want to talk about ***
And some new clothes next
Or the hamburger we had last night
That was really something by the way
Thick, tender, juicy and all
We should go there next week
It makes my mouth water as we speak
Or the new girl at the office
The way she talks and dresses
Or that new app and whatnot
But I have matters on my mind
Matters of importance, you know
Climate, racism, pandemics
Injustice, and all other polemics
The liberal problems of the free world
Bunch of greed ******* in other words
And, even though what I think or write
Makes no blind bit of difference…
Even though nobody gives a rat’s ***
I still got to stay in these thoughts, or else
The only thing I’m left with
Is this ******* sense of guilt

This is not even a poem, call it a brief story
Showing you how bad the situation will be

Doers and Watchers, as far as I can see
Are sole perpetrators of this class 1 felony,

I’ve tried to portray them as simple as possible
So every single one of you can hold them responsible

Let’s take a deeper look, we may find a solution
Before we die in this environmental pollution

Clean is such a nice word, especially with air
Some purposely don’t get it, mainly profiteer

I’m having hard time to understand how come
People neglect seeing the devastating outcome

The whole ecosystem is simply breaking down
We’re stuck in this weary, alarming countdown

Earth’s been around for 4.5 billion years
In a couple of centuries, wounds in all spheres

Technology is fine I guess, gave us a new angle
It’s the ******* money we just can’t handle

The elite won’t lift a finger for the sake of masses
But soon they’ll have to do it to cover their *****

Greedy, hungry, and egocentric *******
Urging climate apocalypse, these money masters

I’ve seen their honor is melting down faster
Than the arctic region. Now, that’s real disaster

Trying to accumulate cash, power and chairs
With purposely ignoring the world’s real heirs

Think about it! Because of their advantageous nature
The only crowds of this devastating future

Are innocent kids along with the youngsters
Only if they can survive these cruel gangsters

The mathematics whispers in my ear saying that
If part of the surplus that these rich ***** had

Could be used against, say; global-warming
There would be no need for any prior warning

To save the mother earth from any danger
Before we turn it into a toxic stranger

Or else people will extinct with a lot of money
I know it sounds sad but also pretty funny

The end seems close, maybe in our life time
I honestly cannot think of a bigger crime

We’re not even aware of that. It’s a crying shame
Like we got nothing to do with it and aliens are to blame

Green and blue are both becoming pale gray
Few mind that, the rest turn their eyes away

It is already costing us a pretty ******* penny
Why wait for digging graves for more than many

We need to change the dictionary we’re using
It is self-destructive and nature-abusing

A good bank for instance is next to a river
Internalize that well, thus you can deliver

Why talk about climate? What’s with all the huff?
How about hunger, poverty and bunch of other stuff

I’m not saying that they are not of vital importance
Come to think of it though, the order of precedence

Suggests nature first, because without mother-earth
No nothing else will ever have a date of birth

Don’t listen to politicians, those blatant factions
And without-further-ado, take necessary actions

It means a lot to terra, it can’t thank you enough
Believe me, none of this is fuss, nor is there a bluff

Convincing even one soul, I mean, a single person
Before above troubles deepen and/or worsen

Cannot be underestimated. Nor can it be judged
Enough with negligence. Nothing’s left to be fudged

This lone writing hopefully, aiming at the subject
May encourage someone to rise and further object

It’s up to you my friend to give a **** or not
This humble work proves that I have at least tried

Other methods were tested and results were pathetic
That’s why Labyrinth’s warning you in a way so poetic

You might as well quit. But what if you liked the skit.
If so, be my guest and start spreading it