The Pillars

The sky transforming to a miserable grey,

Life evaporating from withered trees,

We’re too selfish to care.

On the horizon, yet seemingly right next to me,

Hundreds of hollow pillars pushing rancid fumes out into the endless blue sky,

We all know.

But hope has not been erased from my mind,

I can change something,

We can stop before it’s too late.

It should be easy,

It’s not,

So we gave up,

But not everyone.

Can we escape?