The Ends We Make

Image credit: Forest Fire Monster - We are burning our home - N8watcher

The future,
It's looking so bleak,
The engines of the world,
It’s leaking,
Spilling toxic waste
Onto our sea.
Out with the blue,
In with the black.
But what can we do?
We’re too busy looking for answers
In all the wrong places.


The answer,
It’s somewhere out there,
Waiting for us to reach it.
The animals are crying!
Their families are missing,
Yet I keep them waiting,
Hoping for a reaction,
Looking for some kind of action.
But what can we do?
We’re too busy sitting in our rooms,
Thinking of the climax to our stories.
The climax,
It’s underwhelming.
Justice warriors
Pulling out their keyboards,
Fingers at the ready with rage, 
Spreading wildfire
Across the web of the world,
Hoping to bring some kind of peace
From the comforts of their beds.
But what can we do?
We’re too busy reading messages,
Keeping up with the latest trends.
The message,
It’s getting clearer,
For everyone to embrace -
Put out the fire,
Clean up the spills,
Clear the trash,
Plant a tree.
But what can we do?
We’re too busy paying the bills
To survive the darkness 
Of capitalist warfare.
The darkness,
It’s looming overhead.
The trees, they are screaming!
As fire spreads
Into their homes.
Finger pointing delusionists
Constantly on the lookout
For some kind of blame.
But what can we do?
We’re just surviving
To make ends meet.
The end,
It’s drawing to a close,
They come not from outer space,
But in a fog of smoke.
The iceberg is melting,
The fossil fuels are shrinking,
Our oxygen is burning!
But what can we do?
We’re just keeping our pockets full,
To keep us company
As we meet the end
We’re about to make.

Written by: Putera Muhamad Ashraf

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