The By-Products of Humanity

The by-products of humanity lay at my feet no matter what environment I'm exposed to.

They creep into the peace and tranquility of natural beauty

Without precaution, without emotion 

Cruel and true

No matter who is around to witness the constant destruction.

 

Beaches are places of carefree nostalgia

The air crisp, clean

Warm, multi-textured sand meets the crevices of my toes

The sun gleaming and illuminating the breathtaking blue of the ocean

Suffocating as tons of waste are carelessly blown and thrown on top 

Sharp burns pour from the atmosphere above 

Actually, the air is hinted with gray

And the textures beneath my feet are mixtures of

Plastic as it slowly outranks natural sand. 

The warmth in reality is cigarette butts

Forming phantom burns on my feet.

 

Humans are selfish.

Obsessed with the vision of a world where consequences don't manifest

Denying concern for the suffering

Even if the suffering lies beneath their own feet.

Instead, they persist their own agenda

Breaking away life forms

Crumbling survival systems

As long as it temporarily quenches their thirst for

Fast, easy luxury.

 

Humans

Only introduced two seconds into a clock of

billions of years

Managed to tear

and morph

and destory

The very system that supports them

Infinite trees now replaced with the haunting, constant trail of 

petroleum

And the colors shift into grayscale

Diversity slows

Offering less to future generations 

In order to make life a little less complicated.

 

The by-products of humanity lay at my feet no matter what environment I'm exposed to.

Overindulgence forging a path of habitual death and destruction

Generating a legacy of cruelty as the 

Fuel is used up and Time runs out

Narrowing the opportunities for the future 

All to satisfy the hunger of a beast so powerful

Our own world cannot even contain it.

 

The by-products of humanity lay at my feet no matter what environment I'm exposed to.

And I don't know if humanity can stop it. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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