Monday, September 28, 2020

The End of Days Beckons

While species die off, by human hands
I watch from a distance, mute, confused
Fools who think they wisely understand
Our actions will lead the planet to doom
The world surrounding me still goes on
The planet spins, and yet it has suffered
My life moves forward towards oblivion
As ancient ways pass like saddened lovers
And the new path forward is one of rage
Our flesh is tormented, our ways turned dust
Transfixed by sorrow, and passing of days
There's only hope, and if we are able, trust