Trajectory Earth

I don’t want to write stuff,
That’s been done before,
See the copied pages,
Tossed upon the floor,

I want to write things that move me,
That show people a better way,
Instead of the day to day bullshit,
The constant state of decay,

I feel there could be so much more,
If only we could find our way out,
But nothing ever seems to get done,
Politicians just continue to scream and shout,

Never doing something right the first time,
Always fixing the last ones mistake,
How many times have we seen this shit,
How many more times will it take,

For just one person to stand tall,
Say what has to be done,
Force the world to listen,
Without the need of a gun,

Is it even possible for this to happen,
To ever become real,
As the world slips into a coma,
So it doesn’t have to feel,

The pain as we continue to rape it,
And strip it till it’s bare,
Do humans really have a conscience,
Do we really fucking care?,

Is there any bloody hope left,
For the mighty race of man,
I think it not too likely,
I think we’ve failed this plan,

But maybe those who read this,
Will someday prove me wrong,
I hope they do or else we’ll hear,
The echo of the final gong,

So prove me wrong I dare you,
It’s in your name I make this plea,
Stop wrecking the world you live in,
Or you’ll never be able to live free.

Written from 0253 to 0310 am on 02/11/2009.

Pathos

Trajectory Earth

pathosbedlam

East Devonport, Australia

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A poem about the way humans continue to destroy the world they live in, all the while denying the damage that is being done.

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