World with an End
Do we live in a world with an end?
Are there trees in a hundred years’ time?
Are there brothers, sisters and friends?
Will the oceans poison the air and the water that falls from the sky; will that be evil too?
Do we live in a world where we are no longer right, true and representatives of what can be done?
Is there a future for us all, or has it been pushed too far?
If we live will we just be slaves?
Can our own short history be removed from the electronic books of the future and shall we be written off as careless polluters of our greenhouse?
Do we need just a little more human touch?
Has the human touch left ash and waste in it’s prints?
Can we see, can we feel, will we be here in a hundred years?
Who would lead once the concrete and iron have rusted away and the caustic oceans swallowed us?
Do we deserve to be remembered for what has been done?
Should we weep now to save our existence?
Do we keep on walking with eyes wide shut?
What can we do to create the emotion of happiness in the mess we have left behind?
Has the time of humanity come to an end?
Is it deservedly so?
What have we given?
What have we shared?
What have we taken?
We don’t even care anymore, yet more care all the time.
How many show it?
Act upon it?
How many deserve to be here in a hundred years’ time?
Will the fossil fuels of our history still power the ever shorter future?
We need just a little bit more human touch.
