Convenience or controvesy.
We will pick A not B.
Even our planet is up for sale.
Its why we strip while we fail.
No remorse for our own greed.
Well aware and yet we continue to bleed,
What is ours without much pause.
Forever exposing our collective flaws.
Is their redemption?
Think its far too late.
Bartered away to our mistake.
One to two but won’t reach three.
In the stages of insanity.
Pile up junk until we drown.
All while wearing our trash crown.
Sinking deeper into blunt denial.
Might as well be drinking a poison vial.
For chances will soon dwindle to none.
That is when our finality will come.
Time for evaluation.
But can we partake?
Could be our greed is just too great.
Open your eyes!
Before they cease.
Think and realise!
Rather than be weak.
Come together!
Not drift away.
If we do that,
We’ll reach true prosperity!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 