Everyone Sees Everyone Knows

Deep tears of sorrow cling to my eyes, as I sit on a small patch of green grass, and gaze upon the never ending fields, of concrete meadows, surrounded by the brown rivers of floating fish, near the forests of steel, where people live, gathering everything they can hold, sold to them by faceless beings, that have no soul. The skies once overflowing with birds, now are filled with tubes carrying people, in a hurry with weathered limbs of purpose, lost in the rushing motion of minutes, that steal each day with its hollow sound, keeping them trapped in a world of illusion The oceans filled once with abundance, now linger on the ledge of Apocalypse, filled with the garbage of man, stressed with the harvesting of fish, to a point of no return, colored by the fluids of ships that swarm its surface like so many insects Everyone knows, everyone sees, yet resign themselves to the existence of drudgery, clinging to their place in line, that they fought for, as if it was freedom all struggle with the reasons, all wonder, what is to come. .2/13/16