Solitary Brood

High upon our thrones we sit,

Enamored by our choices.

Shielded in our ignorance,

Surrounded by our voices.

Beneath our feet the world shakes,

Grunting and groaning

And whimpering and crying.

Sucking it’s last breaths

To keep itself from dying.

We spend our fleeting days

Fighting and consuming

Looking for new ways

To please ourselves

As we’re breaking at the base.

Incessant noises

But nothing to hear.

Endless voices

And nothing to say.

No more than hate and fear

As our very lands slip away.

Why as people is our only joy

The dirtiest vice

Or the shiniest toy?

From behind our window panes

We see death and strife.

“He should’ve stayed in his lane.”

“They should’ve led a different life.”

We say as our black eyes peer

Down to the fires,

And we simply sneer.

‘Twas not our resolve or strength

That was our call,

And we’ll never truly know the length

Of our fall.

It was our greed and our pride

That’s made us so small.

It’ll help us little when the world has died.

So why is it that we never learn?

Rather than band together to fight,

We’d rather see the world burn.