I would rather it were science-fiction,
Than painfully, profound reality.
I cannot believe that the world if free,
When Poverty, seems like an addiction.
Living from one pay-check to the next one,
Is a societal sickness. Disagree?
When Rent over Food is necessity.
How can one plan for what is to come?
Recklessly destroyed resources now rare
Ready revolutionary replacements
Because soon fossil-fuels will disappear
And all that will be left is displacement.
Our children will not thank us for failure,
Or for repeated, reckless behaviour.
Once again thank you to Sonya, whose reply to a comment today filled me with inspiration. Sonya I may have to add you to my list of muses, you have been my catalyst for creation for the past couple of days. Thank you.
Wow, you really took it to the next level with this sonnet. You paint a harsh and stark reality that is nevertheless the one we have created. Excellent writing, and I am honored to be the inspiration for your beautiful poems. 🙂
Thank you, it is perhaps a little grim. Yet alas, that doesn’t stop it from sounding believable.
I am all but certain that that will happen again. Happy Writing. =)
It sounds altogether too believable.
Happy writing to you as well! 🙂