Worth

I look upon a world that dies;
no need for tears, no dampened eyes.
We’ve known it for an Age or more;
since we opened that “science” door
releasing poisons never known.
New things were made instead of grown.
Our knowledge grew, we know so much;
a world condemned to Midas’touch.
We knew that we could rule supreme;
a world of conquest, nightmares dream.
And now we sit on death’s pile;
too stupid but to sit and smile.
We know it’s dead unless we act
but we hide in fear and that’s a fact.
The machine we made just rumbles on
destroying all we live upon.
Us humans think we’re all so smart,
about to learn the dying art.
So say goodbye to life on earth;
much more than us, was Gaia worth.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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