I think of every tree
every insect
every flower blowing in the wind
drying up
as the heat pours from a shrouded sun
while we drive
and fly
and spout our toxic fumes
high into the atmosphere
in pursuit of profit
comfort
and ease.
Fear of loss
is fear of death.
Dying is more managable
if there is something
left
behind.
Who knows what the future
will bring?
Maybe there's hope
somewhere.
I want my children
to have what I had.
I want life
to prosper.
I want people
to live like people
and not commodified
instruments of production.
Fuck all the barons of wealth
The tech bros
The politicians.
In the next life
They'll be intestinal worms
or fungi growing on an apple.
There's no way to fix everything
I am but
one
man.
Lay down the burden
Accept that
All things must pass.
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