the more i know

the less i want to,

ignorance looks comforting now

like an unmade bed. 

 

the world disgusts me

the lies choke me

the tsunami of cheap pleasure

has stolen children’s minds,

before they understand the beauty of a sunrise

 

parents turn away

say it is not their job to instil 

Respect and responsibility 

but it is,

it always has been, it always will be.

 

and while they sleep

the forests are cut

the seas stripped

the air polluted

so a few cats can get even fatter

and they call it progress.

 

i feel myself shrinking

wanting to disappear,

this is not who i am or was,

but who i am becoming,

It pains me greatly.

 

i scream my warnings into the wind

And it eats every word,

no one turns their head

No one cares about the thoughts of an old man

 

so, i sit

and wait

because the end is inevitable 

And is striding toward me.