think of the children,
they say.
what children?
don't you realise there is no future?
not for the children, and not for anyone else.
our ignorance did this. our world is on fire. a mass of flames licking at the feet of defeat.
so you tell us to go get an education.
what is the point in education,
when we won't live long enough to put it to use?
please tell me when our future became this;
a mass of figures denying the truth.
we are the killers of our own kind.
this is reality.
stop killing our planet.
for the children.
— my voice matters and so does my anger.
YOU ARE READING
- poems.
Poetrya collection of incoherent poems written by yours truly. possible trigger warnings. i use poetry and writing as a means of escaping what is supposed to be reality. © | siredtohayley | 2019 -
