Time as a pendulum whose error persists,
its arc slightly skewed and so swings
incrementally more towards the past
as if on slanted or unsteady ground,
will inevitably slow and stop,
leaning away from the future;
how have things gotten so far out of hand?
Willful blindness of the masses
lets this continue unperceived.
Lives proceed unaware of some looming chasm.
No light to be mined from this darkness
of perpetual filibustering of resolutions to change.
Hopeful aspirations thrown under the wheels of corruption,
civilization trampled under the hooves of pollution.
Earth deserves better, humans deserve reprisals,
rightly brinks on extinction on this planet.
This is not rebellion in some far-off land,
easy to compartmentalize;
you cannot look without seeing the width and span of it.
The mind of man is too easily
collectively mesmerized by material wealth.