Enslaved, tortured, murdered
For the sake of tradition, for a moment of pleasure
Such is our condition, that we measure off their pain against what we can gain
Open sewers, garbage dumps
Overfished, over-drilled, over-exploited
Thousands of lives taken for the few that we wanted
Burned down, chopped up, covered over
With cash crops, with cattle, we won’t contemplate
With each tree we fell, the less time till we suffocate
Filled with soot and fumes and CO2
If you live in a city, you may as well be smoking a few
We can’t even spare that which gives us breath
Counting down the drops left to drink
As we fill our rivers and streams
With wastes of farming, of industry, ourselves, all of our stink
Senseless, needless struggling
For dominion over a world that anyway we’re killing
For arbitrary borders, resources dwindling, and beliefs conflicting
Laughing emoji, LOL, because that word is a joke
In reference to that which we’ve built on this Earth
Where to address any of the above openly is to be a downer
A loser, an outsider
No, no, no, we want to discuss celebrity gossip and soap drama and who won the soccer
You know, important stuff, things that matter
As if having food, water to drink, and breathing don’t matter?
As if living in fear of the weather and and a rising sea doesn’t matter?
What is this madness? This absence of care
That we charge headlong into the night by the light of our devices
And joke about the polar bears as the ice melts
And mock vegans as being weak for trying to advocate for those who can’t speak
Oh yes, we are the sick ones
Easy to say when the majority is ill
Who can’t look up long enough to see the ice berg
Despite those who scream from the decks
And it takes more than a few paddles to turn a cruise liner
What have we become? What have we created?
The end, that’s what…
We’re moribund and decadent and narcissistic
Well at least we’re united under our indifference
To the fact that we’ll leave a lesser world for our children
One of loss and darkness and terror and want
Just so we can cozy in the spotlight and the blissful warmth of ignorance
But what about my right to choose, and voting rights, and terrorists?
What about illegal immigrants and helping the homeless?
Well, I don’t know, what about just helping everyone?
How about taking that steak out of your mouth so a dozen starving children can have the grain used to make it?
How about helping people sleeping rough and people running from bombs?
How about helping ourselves? How about that?
Because this is it, we have one world, one home, one shot
Either to aspire to utopia or descend into dystopia
Because we’re there on that precipice, ready to drop
And nothing else matters if we screw this up
We’ve created a society of gimme this, gimme that, I want, I want
What we need is one of community, giving, and hope
And if we want, let’s want for things like…
…A world where no one goes without food, without water, without shelter
Just so some billonaires can get themselves richer
A world where profit and economics don’t come before our health and nature
A world where children won’t just see animals in pictures
A world where to care is valued above the self
Right now it’s a blur, we’re too close to the edge
We’ve climbed too high to see down
How far we could fall, to know the consequence
Some things are locked in now, they can’t be undone
But we still have the choice to walk back from this path
To admit our mistakes, learn the lessons, be the change
So that’s where we’re at
Not do we save our planet because it’ll outlast us
It’s do we save civilization, do we meet the challenge
Of being all we can be, of fighting for what really matters
So let’s all try to give back what we’ve stolen
And follow the path we should have trodden