Where did sunlight follow?

To a whisper of a tree?

A middle scene of Greece?

A wonder livid and lucid.

The future is split as are the concords of this stark universe,

“Hail!” They kneel, frivolously; crawling through the trounced forests of grasses growing up from the dark and murky mud. Government.

They speak freely in caves hidden beneath the ocean’s growling surface.
Caves sealed away with padlocks the size of Guatemala.

Laser sighted drone snipers ready to explode the brains of eavesdroppers and whistleblowers.

You may not enter because you may oppose.

And if you oppose you will feel their absolute will; to silence, slander and slay without question, without empathy, and most certainly without mercy.

When will we begin again to care for each other more than we care for precious green paper or thick poisonous oil?

When will the people take back their freedoms?

When will all of these lies become evident to the blind believers?

When will we understand that reality is what we make it?

When will we understand that we have the ability to change our environment in any way we dream?

Desire positive and sustainable change.

Let us absorb Mother Nature.

Less is not enough. Minimal effort will charge this bleak guided tour of nuclear waste pits and compounded dumps.

No matter how we try to distance ourselves from the problem or distance the problem from ourselves, it will only continue to grow.

-Geoffrey Titus