Dear Future
Dear Future Child,
You may not be my child.
You may not know who I am.
But you are living here.
On Earth.
If it’s still standing.
Life is no longer just living to live.
But living to die.
Its my fault-
My generation’s fault-
That you are living with poison air
And acid water.
And now that we’re dead and gone,
We’ve lost.
Remember that life
Is no longer man
And beast
But lonely beings struggling to survive
In a world ravaged by the gods of industry.
Sincerely,
Rachel V. Jennetti
This poem is about:
My family
My community
Our world
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