Earthless
A Poem
Scientists confirm
By 2047 we will be in it
Unable to breathe
Unable to relax
Migrant and moving
Nomadic
In survival mode
We really should be prepping
We really should be caring
The day today was like any other
No changes no big steps no big moves
Business goes on cars go on things remain
Pollution machines and trees keep disappearing
To fire or saw
We are doing it all wrong and it is about
To do us all in
I think of the babies who will be 47 in 2047
I think of the babies who might be babies in 2047
It is not a pretty thought it is not a hope
It is just like staring at one of those magic eye pictures
It can’t be possible it cannot be
But it is and it is and it is and scientists
Tried to warn us and here we are as we usually are
Staring it down like come and get us like we can somehow
