Poetry

Gods Strike Back

The Earth rumbles and rejects our existence

Our existence is an agitation

An infection

Gods strike back

With anger

They crack down

Like a whip of thunder and lighting

On a tree

Reaching in

Destroying its core

They cracked down

And we misinterpreted them

They started fires

And we made them impossible to put out

They infected our water

And we drank it greedily 

But then

The worst happened

We thought ourselves gods

We put salt and Lemon

In the sores

And let it fester

We the god-dammed Jesters

We have created a joke

Of existence

And now we sit back and laugh

As we obliterate

What we have left of our lungs

And kill

ourselves along with it

Too worried about an economy

that we created

Too busy to realize

When everything is gone

When we are gone

Our economy

Our lives won't matter

What we left in our wake does

But only when everything is gone

Will we know this

And act

But it will be too late.