The city is on strike.
The humid air beats against the sidewalks.
A stench lingers,
Filling our lungs with toxic air.
Satisfying our distaste of living and breathing things.
We pollute our place of habitation.
We shit where we eat!
There can be no future while the present lays in shambles.
Laying in our feces we beg for a drop of water.
We think we are entitled to the earths natural treasures.
We have proven ourselves unworthy,
Undeserving of the jewels Mother Nature so kindly offers.
She gives and we scramble taking advantage of her hospitality.
This is her home and we are simply guests.
Temporary beings, here now, gone tomorrow.
And in our place we leave our dirt.
A token of reminder to all who come after.
If anyone manages to exist in the chaos we leave in our paths.
They'll know what we did...
We won't know what they'll do.
It's a mystery to us.
We'll be history to them.
About Me
- Sagnacious Deeds
- -I like people, i like things but most of all i like boats because they go places. -Sagal means sun showers. Or summer rain as i like to think of it. "Do you know what a summer rain is? To start with, pure beauty striking the summer sky, awe filled respect absconding with your heart, a feeling of insignificance at the very heart of the sublime, so fragile and swollen with the majesty of things, trapped, ravished, amazed by the bounty of the world." - The Elegance of the Hedgehog (Muriel Barbery)
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