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?
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.
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.