The cries of scientists fill the thick air
But nout we hear transfixed by the glare
Of the boxes in which we store so much of our time
By filling our eyes with the lies of our #bestlives
we can pretend
That
It’s
All
Fine

But we know that it’s not
Democracy has been left to rot
All around us what we held sacred is braking
Why is no one looking up to acknowledge what we’re facing
The end of what we have built to be society

And I know it’s not only me
The people who have dedicated their lives to learning the facts and statistics I could never hope to remember
Are crying out
But no one seems to want to hear they’re shouts
It seems we’ve now grown the most odd fear of experts
It’s as if the brexit campaign was training us to fear facts
So they could have a chance of convincing us to overlook
The looming...
what to call it
Tragedy ?
Massacre ?
Suicide?

They say the old will always reminisce of the days when politicians where noble
I will never know such a privilege
I will remember instead the days when populism went global
But more to the point will I get to grow old?
Will I see the morning sunlight turning my soft wrinkles to gold ?
Will I know peace in my future ?

Everyday I feel unrest coming closer
The scientists say 18 months is all we’ve got left
Before irreversible climate damage
We are coming closer and closer to our deaths

Can you imagine the savagery
when the strung out business people start having to pay extra for their coffee
Yes it will start small
In fact I’m sure you’re already feeling the gentle brushes of the disasters occurring as the third world countries take the brunt of our fall
But soon, so very soon
It will begin to creep into the lives of the high and mighty west
Then let’s wait and see how many people are posting about feeling #blessed

If god does exists he is laughing at how badly we fucked ourselves
Slowly as the food dwindles from shelves
Slowly as the basics become luxury
Slowly we’ll start to see how fucked up we’ve been

But maybe by then it will be to late
That seems to be the general way of the human race
Fuck it up and then leave the rest to “fate”
Until death stares us dead in the eyes
Our foresight will be blinded

But please right now we still have food on our plates
The ability to fight is strong in our bones
Let us for one moment look up from our fucking phones
And do something
Anything

So at least we can tell the spluttering remnants of humanity
that we tried.