The World is Left Empty

The sun sets on a humid afternoon, hiding from our merciless stares.

The unfortunate images of the pain we caused.

However, the trees stand there, day and night, waiting for the torture to end.

As we painted their canvas of a life black.

They have accepted their perilous fate.

They were the sacrificial entity.

Killed so that our lives would be “better”.

The floor we stand on.

The roof above our heads.

The doors we open.

They were all taken as a part of their punishment.

By feeding the world poison, and stabbing her again and again, we built up her fury.

We destroyed our own future by destroying theirs.

Nature, a happy concept, is drowning in its own tears.

Stifling its inner rage.

Protecting us, as we kill it.

It is our fault we have a bleak future.

We caused their endless suffering, we caused their pain.

And by killing nature, we killed ourselves as well.

Leaving the world empty.