among the harsh reality down on earth?
Are you really awake,
or walking dead-like asleep?
The view I see is partially clouded
polluted minds and skies
make it so difficult so to speak.
I have little to do because you appear
fragile unable to hear me speak.
Warnings are around you
day or into the night.
Stalking and sneaking
to avail your goodness
hence despair increases and you unaware
as to why a sense of burden
pervades in the air.
Nostrils filled by pollution
a new word arises, an Asthmatic Affair.
Congestion bleeds subversion
a new thoroughfare.
by now I too am wondering
why I do come calling and caring to share.
Comfort, consideration,
love mostly to you all,
misplaced down on the earth there.
–
I care, do you?
That your world of survival
depleting stale vile air
with a notion no-one does actually care.
Care about survival
the precious natural world
more though the survival of you
and the future generations
breeding down there.
–
No hope unless you wake up
to that harshness
and lack of the vital signs –
clean air.
September 20th, 2016
Tags: Awake
