Santana
Wildfires, heat waves, hurricanes, and superstorms are ravaging us worldwide. We must question our actions and their irreversible impact on our grandchildren’s lives. Let’s commit to healing Mother Earth.
Santa Ana winds bring fire in the Winter
It wasn’t like this before
The rain would bring calmness
to the heat of California summers
This isn’t the world we live in now,
No season is safe
from wildfires, pollution, hate
The world has become separatist,
the rolling hills of Sur charcoal,
Colorado canyon is smoke,
and from what?
From winds that light brush
brought by the inland heat
that creates a vortex of fire
when there’s saturated peaks
and a coastal breeze —
it leaves no season safe
from embers traveling among
warm winds from the Devil
to set the sky alight
with the reflection of fire
and the remembrance of life
before we brought this Earth
to the cusp of death,
led it to water,
with plastic-filled breath,
taught it to drink from Cholera
and forced it to eat a garbage-filled slough.
We brought ourselves here,
to a land of disasters,
made an Earth that’s crumbling
for a land of pure pastures
to leave most humans starving,
while 1% owns 11%
of the currency we’ve created,
and decide to take it to their grave,
because this world’s not worth saving,
so, you can’t lose your million-dollar house,
your hundred cars,
multiple properties,
and trophy broads,
No, none of it is worth it
when you can charter a Rocketship
to take you away,
off to the next suitable place,
No, none of it matters,
’Cause it’s crumbling anyways,
So why bother to help
the millions of children
that will grow up in a world
that’s broken,
a world that you created
from your greed,
No, why invest the money you “earned”
into saving a world
so that your grandchildren might live
another day past fifty,
if they’re one then they’ve got twenty-seven.
How’s that shape up, then?
Do you get a legacy for them?
We all die in the end.
