They are killing the world
Step by painful step
They were borne of tragedy
And yet needlessly continue the
Burning our planet from the inside out.
They make messes like it’s their
Spreading pain and suffering
Like butter on bread
Cackling as they drop like flies
To sweep up the ashes they so carefully dealt.
They care not for our safety
Neither our furtherment
They are scared of Change
As if change is much worse than what they are doing to us.
The fires will start in Australia
Then spread like the plague
Burning and slaughtering-
(”One death is a tragedy,
One million deaths is a statistic”)
And when the universe lay in
At their feet,
When the change they fought
So hard against comes,
When sonder ravages their world,
When “sorry” reins eternal at the
Forefront of their minds.
They will realize,
Just because they are climbing their whole lives
Does not mean the gates will be open upon their arrival.
(who said they’re climbing up?)
“The road to hell is paved with good intentions”