We are in a Crisis

We call it: “catastrophe,” as if —  it is different.

A child nursed of negligence.

Yes, it is not ours —

                                    It is different.

                                    It must be different.  

                                    It cannot be our doing.

 

Yet every second of a minute —

every hour of every day —

We are nursing this event. 

 

Nurturing — 

                         as you have for ages. 

 

Yes, it is you — 

                            It is your fault.

                            It must be your fault.

                            It cannot be my doing.

 

Yet it is We —

                         all of us together 

                                            under one sun, 

                                                                 one moon, 

                                                                              one future.

 

                                                                                                      One far-off future. . . . 

 

Yes, this is a mild threat —

                                                 It is.

                                                 It must be.

                                                 It cannot control us.

 

Yet we pass the point of no return—

                                                                Commit to this curse. 

Posted in response to the challenge My Plea.

Amalie@kua

VT

15 years old

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