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