Our Own Desolation
Location
The waste spreads far and wide, as far as we can see
Even when we look, it’s really all we choose to see
Where once were life and color and exploration
There is now hate and ruin across each nation
Crime, torture, death, destruction, the weak cry
While the world around simply runs them by
There is no pain to see the starving and sick
When we can change the channel with just a click
What’s the password to the internet?
I’m starving, Mom, when will we eat next?
I guess I’ll just have to buy another Mac
The soldiers will be here soon, we have to pack
If I could change something, it’d be this:
To rid of the world of its apathy would be my fix
On their couches and in front of their screens
This addiction has gained a blinding sheen
They do not see that their world of so much potential has turned into a hell that could be stopped, prevented, avoided, fixed,
but they do nothing because they can’t put down their phones and their iPads long enough to see any of its
glory or its beauty or its majesty;
they only see that they’ve got another follower and a low battery.