Or in full:
“You are winning where you are at,
but you are not moving forward.”
It’s time.
You can feel it.
The minds are shifting.
I had always hoped it would be
a shift towards
a more peaceful
and harmonious state.
But far from it.
It seems there is a growing divide.
A precipice as astronomical
as the heavens.
A yawning abyss as bottomless
as hell.
A gap as wide as time itself.
And people scattered
on either side of it,
and at the top,
and the bottom of it.
Living right next to each other.
All the while,
impossibly far apart.
A seething and concealed
kind of intense hatred.
An invisible divide
with the power
to separate neighbours,
split emotions in half
and dismember extremities.
A sharp rise in schizophrenia
and self-mutilation
with all the stabbing side-effects.
All this progress
has been fake.
We have regressed
into something atrocious
whilst constantly changing attires
and changing the face of our lives
to look ever more sophisticated.
We have not advanced
but we have fabricated
increasingly ingenious contraptions
to accomplish our growing bloodlust
and feed our desire for carnage.
It may look like evolution
but it is not.
It is a sorry tale, really.
I don’t even know
how to describe it.
Words like pitiful
and undeserving
or disgusting
come to mind.
In the midst
of all this natural beauty
we are sorely out of place,
crafting a diseased deformation
that will cripple and infect
these innocent surroundings
that took millions of years to perfect
and leave our children
scarcely alive,
ploughing pointlessly
in this sick, rotting soil,
parched at these tainted ponds
and wheezing forcefully
in this noxious, burning air.
All because
you can not see
how to move forward
in unison.
“You are winning where you are at,
but you are not moving forward.”
It’s time.
You can feel it.
The minds are shifting.
I had always hoped it would be
a shift towards
a more peaceful
and harmonious state.
But far from it.
It seems there is a growing divide.
A precipice as astronomical
as the heavens.
A yawning abyss as bottomless
as hell.
A gap as wide as time itself.
And people scattered
on either side of it,
and at the top,
and the bottom of it.
Living right next to each other.
All the while,
impossibly far apart.
A seething and concealed
kind of intense hatred.
An invisible divide
with the power
to separate neighbours,
split emotions in half
and dismember extremities.
A sharp rise in schizophrenia
and self-mutilation
with all the stabbing side-effects.
All this progress
has been fake.
We have regressed
into something atrocious
whilst constantly changing attires
and changing the face of our lives
to look ever more sophisticated.
We have not advanced
but we have fabricated
increasingly ingenious contraptions
to accomplish our growing bloodlust
and feed our desire for carnage.
It may look like evolution
but it is not.
It is a sorry tale, really.
I don’t even know
how to describe it.
Words like pitiful
and undeserving
or disgusting
come to mind.
In the midst
of all this natural beauty
we are sorely out of place,
crafting a diseased deformation
that will cripple and infect
these innocent surroundings
that took millions of years to perfect
and leave our children
scarcely alive,
ploughing pointlessly
in this sick, rotting soil,
parched at these tainted ponds
and wheezing forcefully
in this noxious, burning air.
All because
you can not see
how to move forward
in unison.