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humanity.

19.12.19

By Celious BlancPublished 6 years ago 2 min read

Crazy old men speak in tongues I do not understand.

They lead with distasteful words underlain with malice and false intentions

Caught up in the melodramatic conquest for gold that has seen fools fall time and time again

When will they learn?

The lungs of the planet are screaming out

They are dying, destroyed with every piece of nature that is slowly crumbling before our eyes

The planet can no longer breathe

We have deserted the needs of our mother, suffocating her

When will we learn?

Humanity has potential unlike anything that has ever lived

Unfortunately, it has been blinded by greed

It was always written in our destiny

The signs were always there, yet we refused to see them

Fools gold. Never has the meaning been truer. Echoed in the pain of our ancestors.

We should have listened. We should have acted.

Crazy old men won time and time again, refusing the minority what could have been theirs.

Ours.

Why won’t they learn?

It is hard for me to understand. Hard for my friends to understand. Hard for my family to understand. Hard for everyone to understand.

So why does it continue to happen?

Why do we sit back and ignore?

Blissfully.

Why won’t we learn?

The pain is a lot, I know the pain is a fucking lot!

But what is more painful?

For if we continue to ignore these impending consequences of the actions of humanity, if we continue to refuse to face the pain, to rip off the damn band aid, then the pain will become much, much worse.

It is already festering. The damage has already been done. But there is still time. There is always still time. Until there is no time left.

Please, can we all just learn?

It is hard for me to see a future.

Hard for me to want to start a family.

What will be their future? What will they be born into?

I’m not sure if I can do it. Not sure if I can expose them to the atrocities that exist, or will exist, if this continues.

Then sometimes I think, maybe they will be the ones who change things. Maybe they will be the ones who listen, and act.

Maybe they will be the ones who learn...

My homeland used to be beautiful, is still beautiful.

But it is being destroyed.

By money, and greed, and cowardice.

It upsets me. It upsets most of us.

We need to act.

We need to save our mother.

She is dying! She is begging us to stop!

But we continue to abuse her.

Over and over again.

Refusing to learn.

One day, our mother will have had enough.

She will rid us from her womb.

Banish us, for eternity.

And maybe that will be the moment

We finally learn.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Celious Blanc

a poet since birth

running in the wind

head in the stars

soul in my eyes

a contradiction of emotion

an abstract perception

an involuntary whisper

a shadow in the light.

@celiousblanc

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