When sense, most common, evades all and sundry,
When a modicum of chivalry, remains a strange need,
When missiles and bombs from devils,
orange and pink,
blush painted for sordid cameras,
pulverize all that we have built,
When judges, wigged or otherwise,
in their avarice,
coffers lined with currency and kind,
strike with pens,
humanity dead,
When there's no parliament or king,
or a spokesperson for imprisoned Gods,
to wake us up from our blue-tint-doom-scroll lies
When we blow up homes,
one by one,
burn our planet,
inch by inch,
Forsake our dreams,
byte by byte,
When we kill the last whales and rhinos,
and grind and char their bits for cure and fuel,
When we lend ourselves to the bottomless needs
of vice men and their apostles,
When we remain as we are,
sticks and rocks,
just stronger than before,
for tribe and race we can't feel,
for the borders that we can't see,
for algorithms that we can't perceive,
We weep.
We weep,
Not for us,
But for our children, and theirs
and all those who come after.
We weep.
Not for us,
But for our children, and theirs
and all those come after.
We weep.
Not for us,
But for our children, and theirs
and all those come after.
Endless.
We weep.
