Human Folly

Do we hold our world in the palm of our hand?

We pretend we are in control,

But all human actions must end.

 

Water. Air. Wind, Earth, and Fire.

We do not have the ultimate command,

But have an inability to let go.

Power, authority, wealth

Are all in our favor,

All of which we use to

Desecrate nature.

 

Those who respect, regenerate,

And rejuvenate are

Silenced,

Decimated.

Those who exude conscientiousness,

But are seen as foolish,

Antiquated, and regressive.

But they are more balanced, and in harmony than most can ever

Hope to be.

 

Who is to blame?

The corporations taking action?

Or us sitting by, “letting” it happen.

We are supposedly not responsible

For others actions,

But when we are all at risk,

We can not leave it to chance.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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