As the world was ending, we went to war…
…who was there to speak against, with so many voices,
the hoarsened amongst them, clamouring to be heard?
The dying and the dead, their tomorrows quenched;
the living, looking on, ‘there but for the grace of….’
…next in line, sheepish clowns at the world’s wake.
As the world was ending, we hung our heads…
…hands by our sides, shuffling and complicit,
we joined the rest in the shadowed places.
Consumption and shattered earth
were the sideshows that kept us dumb…
…need and greed made humanity’s shroud.
As the world was ending, we went to war with ourselves
…who was there to speak against, with so many voices,
the hoarsened amongst them, clamouring to be heard?
The dying and the dead, their tomorrows quenched;
the living, looking on, ‘there but for the grace of….’
…next in line, sheepish clowns at the world’s wake.
As the world was ending, we hung our heads…
…hands by our sides, shuffling and complicit,
we joined the rest in the shadowed places.
Consumption and shattered earth
were the sideshows that kept us dumb…
…need and greed made humanity’s shroud.
As the world was ending, we went to war with ourselves
for nothing but the sound of our own erratic breathing.
As if it was needed, another reflection of our propensity for self-destruction. Of course, it has to be said. One day we’ll wake up. I hope it’s not too late.
© BH, 2023
As if it was needed, another reflection of our propensity for self-destruction. Of course, it has to be said. One day we’ll wake up. I hope it’s not too late.
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