Perceive living with all senses, even the innate ones.
It’s hard isn’t it? Because even though we’ve devised mechanisms of quarantine for the organisms we’re the inmate ones.
And with due respects to theory, we the ingrates won.
We’ve singlehandedly exterminated multiple ecosystems and species for sake of luxury; upholstery and fashion?
Degraded and derailed our perspective of passion, all for the love of ass, cash, class and guns.
Bred a brand of miniature soldiers who’d rather do drugs and hashtag than think-think or chart suns, master arts or prepare ingenious cuisines for infallible tongues.
We the people of this magnificent universe have polluted the air, the soil, sands and seas,
Masquerading daily with death, plunging holes in crevices for dwindling carbon byproducts, inciting our crosshairs on the foreheads of every tree with professional marksmanship dressed for execution accomplished by any means.
Any means necessary…
The franchised genocide of every group of vitality.
It’s our duty to see to worldwide suicide, or at least an era that is draped with smog black skies, lithium rains, irobot wildlife, nitrogen-phosphoric seas and aluminum trees…