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?