Some still say it is all OK, never considering the why’s
And many never query status quo’s thin disguise.
Our children and theirs, innocent victims – collateral damage
Inherit the wasteland of our unconscious greedy whims – our rampage.
FUCK POETRY for there is no time left as flowers, rainbows, and coral reefs –
Jaguars, whales, and songbirds – all fall to our horrid degradations.
You say “tsk, tsk” and hurry off, criminally motorized, to earn lucre
So that you may consume your share, participate in ungracious eco-cide.
Me? I say that Hell is here and endeavor that my heaven’s footprint ever lessen.
Yet and still the Earth Story in its tear-filled telling holds the fond cuddles of Creator’s Love,
Where one may find kind solace at day’s end – can you see it…feel it,
As mind cedes to heart