There is no hope of a better future,
stop listening to the optimistic TV newscasters.
We are not going to save the world
we are nothing more than a cancer
making planet earth sick.
There is no God, so I don’t pray
but if I prayed, I would pray
for earth’s immune system
to strengthen enough
to rid itself of us.
The thing about cancer, or any disease
is that it doesn’t realize that it is a disease
cancer does not know that it is cancer.
If it could think, it would think
that it was the most important thing
to ever exist in the universe.
We think this.
We are cancer
we are aids
we are the plague
we are cholera
killing a million in Yemen
we are war and famine
killing a billion more
we are the rich
shitting on the poor
we are ‘civilization’
we are gold-rushing west
we are progress
we are oceans filled with radiated plastic
lining the bellies of dead whales
and dead dolphins
and dead sharks
and dead fish.
We are knotted fishing nets
strangling sea turtles
and monk seals
and walruses
coo-coo-cachoo
and we are the egg man
feeding chickens and cows hormones
and we are the businessman
digging mines in fields of old bones.
We are mountains, polluted
we are streams, and rivers, and harbors,
polluted
we are old growth forests
uprooted
we are progress
we are rotting eggs in the eagles nest
we are hawks, and doves, and seagulls
and pigeons, and crows
dead
with bellies full of plastic
we are squeezing blood out of a rock
and pumping it straight into our veins.
Our lifeblood is poison
we are poison
we are poisoning everything
everything we see
everything we touch
and as if that weren’t enough
we are cannibals
we eat humanity,
deep fried
with history on the side, forgotten
as we rain death
on a dozen nations
and even now that our Caesar
is openly a Nazi
we are still buying the Zyklon B, willingly
as we have long been
ever since the taxman
first came for our bread
and we have lost count of the dead
and if we ever had a soul
we sold it too long ago to remember
and we still pray to the ember
that long ago burned out
from back when we first figured out
how to start a fire
and we convinced others
that there was a god
and that we could talk to him
and that he told us earth was ours
and everything on it was at our disposal.
We are sick.
Our bellies are full of plastic.
Our veins are full of poison.
Our life runs on death
and we are death, the destroyer of worlds.
We are Vishnu transforming.
We are Oppenheimer at Trinity.
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