I don’t think we’re supposed to be here.
This place has turned into shambles.
We’ve done unforgiveable things.
For example,
We took the plants and trees from the ground
And engineered a new size
We changed the color of flower’s petals
More fitting for human eyes.
What damage have we done
What lines have been crossed
How ungrateful must we be
To so boastfully emboss.
And now we’re crying,
“Oh! The seas!”
And now we’re worried,
“What about the bees!”
Well, what about them?
Is their honey not so sweet?
Are you scared there isn’t enough
Milk in the cows or fat to eat?
This is not the way to sustain life.
The grounds tremble with mental breakdowns
And the skies have temper tantrums
The statues carved from stone
Can’t withstand the unsettling spasms.
So we cower inside houses made of wood
Filled with decorations of gaudiness
That were once alive and once good.
We cling to our madness like moss to a tree.
But we don’t face north,
For it’s our faults we refuse to see.
We hate being told and we hate to change
Lest that change brings profit.
Money is always worth a little disgrace.
Has anyone ever considered
The way that blood soaked soil
Might’ve set the crops off course
And the food we ate caused our hearts to spoil?
Have you considered the rivers to be filled
Or lakes and creeks to be supplied
By tears or sweat, some mixture of the two
From Mother who watched as her creation died?
Don’t rush to be sad or angry or indifferent.
There is plenty to be happy for.
The sun still sets and the waves still crash.
The gulls still fly off the shore.
The mountains still sing and the plains are flat.
And you are still breathing.
How about that?
Have you considered despite all that is wrong,
The irreversible, the inevitable, the immoral
That there might be something unseen,
The intangible, the unexplained, the ethereal?
I don’t think we’re supposed to be here.
We are not meant to stay.
Perhaps what we’ve been given is just that,
A gift to use ’til we go on about our way.
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