Humanity cure or disease

The nightmare begins

dreams tear apart at the seams

we given into dystopian

dysfunctional futures

where we nurture our own

tribal desires

our hope lies with Gaia

seeing everything as us

we bleed so do the trees

and everything

we are one organism

burning our dead

Just to stay ahead

or so we think

death is our reaping

it is creeping in

Where are the prophets

we traded for profits

where is justice

is it in us?

what about the animals

what about the insects

the trees

are we the cure or the disease?

Clean up before you leave

Rubbish mountains of plastic
dirty knickers with left over elastic.
Trainers and land fill kickers
bottle tops and yogurt lids
and pots of paint
our landfill legacy.

capital gains the pains of consuming
is the packaging goes to waste
we need to change our ways with haste
pick up the pace
clean up before we leave
our children with our legacy
our throw away culture
Picking through the leftovers like vultures
sucked into our planets polluted pain
We cannot thrive while the grass is stained
Gaia cannot take the strain
We cannot get away without our share of the blame.

Borrowed earth

In the dark discarded night
When you wish you still had all your fight
You rest on a tear stained pillow
Outside your house the weeping willow
Kisses the river bed
Shedding it leaves
To those who still believe
In the magic of Mother Nature
We are caught in the rapture
Of our own dreams
Which filled our lives with polluted streams
We are jet black and hollow without nature
We are filled with jet black sorrow for our children’s children
Who cry for the earth which was borrowed and lent
and never meant to be spoiled
By our digital dreams.