The world is dying,
In this insane breeding schematic,
We watch it without remorse,
Only to tremor in it’s loss,
I could only predict.
The watchfulness is no more,
For they are out numbered and forsaken,
They are trivial and without effect,
For the powerful and the greedy,
And the consumers are the beautiful.
We can watch it die,
For there is nothing more we can do,
Light a match to the valleys and waterways,
Watch the color fade,
For it’s not a beautiful place we are heading.
I sing the saddest song now,
And I look forward to it being heard,
“I told you so...”
“I told you so....”
“I told you so....”
Personal Drama.
21 hours ago

1 comments:
Beautifully written. Unfortunately, "I told you so" is going to be little comfort.
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