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.