A Dark Day
A dark day; upon us it rose,
Future of which only the planet knows.
We create, we destroy, we try to hide,
All the things that let us die.
We cower in fear of the sight ahead,
Even though it’s clear, we’re already dead.
A blame game is something always played,
Yet those same souls are the ones who’ve paid.
It’s like we must refuse to look,
Even if it’s written in a holy book.
I guess it’s just a whole lot easier to pretend,
That mankind will never see an end.
A sad day, a dark day, certainly looms,
As our society continuously blooms.
The ones who see, have quit long ago,
For this future, they had already known.
No hope, no cure for a human disease,
Of which our species refuses to see.