climate change and the modern world |
The sky darkens, waiting for daybreak - wasting time kills like poison and the ruins of civilization sits in market value. Destruction for profit; we bleed the earth dry and the horizon clouds in lieu of protection. The skyscrapers in Dubai reflect Chicago designs; they must have been out of their mind – lights, like bacteria, infect the world as we conquer the final frontier. Rabbits in Tasmania; a plague of Americans in Iraq; the fire wasn't bright enough until flesh was added to the flames. The pollution never leaves us alone – we pulled the plug on ourselves; in mindless suicide of a species. It's no longer a game when the hospital patches up cancer with a bandage. Paralyzed by Chernobyl in Japan and lunatics who feel pride behind a flag. Copenhagen continues in Mexico - talk all you want, but it's still only talk. The best ideas won't raise the dead; the trepidation before the anthropogenic apocalypse. Presenting the pyramids, by slaves in the desert sand and nothing has changed as the world moves on. When the winter is warm and the air is bitter with methane then freedom doesn't matter. When you choke on every breath, there is no time for compromise. Will skyscrapers grace the Sudan; or is there some sick beauty in poverty? Celestial vultures orbit the rotting carcass of broken promises and failed politics. And the failed attempts by those with money to give away only cause starvation. Smug countries, on hands and knees, refuse to acknowledge the one who outshines them all; but the grass is greener in Cuba. Yet communism is rejected as sandcastles crumble and are reclaimed by the sea. The high-tide in Tibet; the salt mutilates the rice and the melting snow feeds the growing depths. The Solomon islands will disappear like New York; building on the coast seemed a grand idea. The danger is fun and at least the view is good as we burn down the Brooklyn bridge. We're only trading fortunes but the price remains the same; the highways in Seoul carve the grass; a hairline fracture on a withered, old face. The stench is broken by monsters of metal and flesh; the blood soaks the olive tree in an attempt of restoration. But peace will not restore memories of a better time; with trees and leopards forgotten. Religion is global schizophrenia that will destroy the world as the carbon fuels the economy. With rogue cars in Ethiopia running down starving children; the weight of the world grows with every mouthful. When it rains, it burns like acid and storm-clouds of smoke and smog hide the remorse of a broken planet. |