The People

We talk about the world as if it is of our people

As if the connections and interactions in our souls are what is making it turn

Ever continuous

Revolution

What makes the sunshine shine and decides which way the waves shall crash upon the shore

Or themselves

Stacked upon molecules of same

Different

Pieces

Forever held in bonds of uncanny strength

But

“The world as it is today”

Could be almost the same as it was before

But we People do not grind mountains over the time of years

We people create them in days

Mounds of our waste

We people do not catch lightning to the trees and restore new beauty to the forest in time

A birth from flame

Our people cut them down

Then throw them away

Create toxins to feed our babies

Cures for diseases

we made

Paper to trade for love and food instead of good work and time

We all have lies that look back at us in the mirror

Are you comfortable with that?

“The world” is not us

We are The People

So when we talk about our Earth

And what is happening

And how it is

Let us remember that people do the bidding that people can see

The Earth has not destroyed itself

Do not desensitize and pass the blame when you say the world is so bad

it is this and that

But

I say the humans are so bad these days