We think we’ll be okay.
As long as our bills are paid.
More money, more money
Will keep our skies sunny.
Few see the fate we forge,
The coming senseless scourge
Sweeping through our world,
Our blind greed unfurled.
The price we all pay
For the rich to pillage and play
Is subtly sickening our souls,
Digging us deeper into the hole.
While waters wither away,
And skies turn gray,
And fires through forests fly,
Society closes its eyes.
We ignore the planet’s cry.
As we watch each species die.
The soil is dead from overuse.
Yet we continue the abuse.
When will the people plead
For the change we badly need
To reverse what we have done
And start to care for everyone?
This was written by our contributing writer, Kara Kukovich.
Image Source: Pexels, Markus Spiske
The other image is of our writer, Kara Kukovich, speaking at a No Kings Protest.
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