I am so fucking angry,
of humans must be part of being human,
or we wouldn't have been born like this,
with will to stuck our head
into the sand
and have a talk with earth worms
and "What storms? It's nice and cosy dark
down here. A coffee, please."
So why are we indifferent
to what we cause and leave behind,
but cradle our guilty mind
by whispering those euphemisms,
turning on the smooth talk,
and replacing one wrong with a less wrong,
patting ourselves upon the back?
I want to bang this head of mine against the wall,
each time I see a non-reusable cup,
a coffee cup,
in use as background for a poem -
in my mind, metaphor of this beats
the message of the poet
for a thousand miles.
Biodegradable or not, this is material
which is just wasted
as the energy used for production,
and it seems it is okay to do for short-time pleasure
of a rushing, hasty human life,
for having coffee in the morning,
on the go,
sorry, I'm enraged, it is just one example.
We don't care enough, or more, at all,
except for ourselves,
and as this causes hints and stings of guilt,
we smile and meaning well, we shake our head,
at least, we made it less bad,
Oh, what a fable.
I'm so fucking angry about this,
the human race,
and I am no exception.
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