'At Least We Can Say We Tried'
Never before did I ever think
that breathing was a gift.
I simply took this action for granted,
one I always subconsciously did.
Then again I always thought,
my generation would be the change.
Fix the world, and take a stand-
erase inequality, war, and pain.
Instead we watch our world burn,
like Icarus flying too high.
We are given ash and dust-
Lives where the truth is hidden from us,
and the ignorant run the show.
Where we have to pick up the pieces-
harvest the dystopia that was sown.
Where right and wrong and the law
to aid our burning lungs.
Where singed trees are apparently,
we have night in place of day.
I guess it should ease my mind,
when our bodies are decomposing.
Since it is inevitable though,
the fact we are going to die.
and not of the wasteland skies.
This death of ours is now inevitable,
but our death can be our choice.
A simple prayer is not going to cut it,
for where was your god when this started?
It is up to us to stand hand in hand,
we get one Earth-thought it was our land?
The Earth was here before us,
and will thrive when we are gone.
So make you life have purpose,
it will all be over; not too long-
Our difference might go unnoticed-
but, damn at least we can say we tried.