It's not hard to see
How wrong things have gone.

Gunshots, echoing
through elementary hallways.

Blood, gushing
from a child's tiny heart.

It's not hard to tell
How our kind has gone bad,
rotten
inside
Like an age-old fruit.

Murder, abundant
in lives too young to know

We are ruining
ourselves
We are killing
our future
We let our only hopes
die
in our arms.
We are
corrupt
We don't
care
Or at least

They don't.

Not the ones
With the power.

Temperatures, rising
From North Pole to south.

Diseases, untreated
and families ripped apart.

We're not oblivious
To the mistakes
We just refuse to fix them.

Famine, abounding
Taking lives young and old.

Storms, destroying
Created in our carelessness.

But if it's not
here,
it's not
anywhere.

Clearly,
we've mistreated
our lives.
Clearly,
we've ruined
our chances.

Overstayed our
welcome
And yet we don't leave.

For all that really matters
Is gain
Is the little sheets of plastic to which we give value
Is ourselves.

And yet we continue,
ruining
ourselves
We kill
our future
Let our only hopes die
in our arms.

We are
corrupt

We don't
care

Or they don't.

And our opinion doesn't mean enough to sway them.