The world is burning

But they tell me I’m wrong

As oceans rise

And kingdoms of plastic conquer more land

I am slowly choking

While the world dies

Trapped by my own knowledge

Watching everyone waiting to see who will put out the fire first

While they add more kerosene to the pile

In the very City I love

Things are falling apart

I pass people with beds of concrete

While guns are being used like toys

Our very streets are being avoided like death

Going to school is a daily risk

But staying home isn’t any safer

I guess it’s easier to ignore the problems

Because its harder to do something about it

Because everything is controversial these days

You can’t even be kind without be biased

Tell me how basic human rights is this complicated

I cant even remember a time when people were just people

Has our dignity been forgotten?

So maybe our world is sinking

Under the weight of loss and destruction and war

But maybe our world deserves it after all the evil alive and slithering

Maybe we’ve broken a line

Or have passed it so long ago we can’t even see it anymore

Maybe our world on fire is meant to burn

But then how can I believe that when I see a single person with a littlest bucket putting out the largest flame

These broken people with a shattered hope still trying

It makes me wonder:

Could we be a pheonix from the ashes?

Or will we continue to burn until were nothing but dust in the wind?