The World Cries

The world cries
As we continue to pollute
And dilute what is rightfully ours.
As we take advantage
And continue to ravage
What is pure and at peace,
Beautiful and unmoved.

The world breathes with us
As we continue to cry and die
On street corners and in corner stores
And what for…
Money…power…respect
It’s all circumspect
And mindless disrespect.

The world aches for us
Our empty souls
And warped television shows.
Sold out movies about gun violence
And vicious killings.
Gratifying the serial killer
In our minds.
With no justice and no peace
We find.

The world needs just us
To purify what is going to waste
Abandoning what is left for our future.
Our ancestors plotted and grew
While we tear down and run through
Resources like water,
Made with rain.
Things will never be the same.

Yet the world accepts us
For what we are.
Expects nothing in return,
Even though we are the bane
Of it’s very existence.
Running out of oxygen,
Running out of time…

The world waits for us
To make up our minds.
To give back what we take
To reap what we’ve sown.
Will we ever change
Ever learn…

Hopefully before the worlds tears
Run dry.