Painting Over Scars

There is a world,

it’s time to remember it.

We aren’t the only ones 

inhabiting this planet. 

As we frack

the world cracks,

breaking beneath our greed.

As the oceans rise,

washing salt 

into these wounds that we have made.

As we poison the air,

the world chokes,

when the atmosphere thickens, we forget it’s our fault.

As our world burns, 

we scream and run

and blame each other, for what has come. 

As we take we forget.

As we take we descend,

into a world of oblivion,

a cage of our own creation.

Trapped and scared,

we look for the light,

but what we don’t see is in plain sight,

inside you and me,

there's the light.

With the power to change,

we have the chance for prosperity.

Don’t ignore your conscience,

it's been buried too deeply.

We live away our days,

for gain and self-assuredness.

Maybe it's time  

to stop being so ignorant.

And listen.

To a world that is withering,

calling for your help,

we can end this suffering. 

Maybe you’ll see the world

before it all falls apart.

Start healing, instead of

just painting over scars.

Maybe.