Warning
Warning: It’s a global catastrophe.
The way we run from all
Of our responsibilities.
The way every care is
Thrown through the third story window.
The way we become stalkers of
The media yet
We can’t remember
The day our child is born.
Warning: It’s the ugly truth.
The way we stop lives
Only to forget about our own.
The way we depend on signs
To tell us which way to turn
Even when loved ones scream
From the back seat
Begging us to put on the brake.
The way we can’t seem
To go back
Once we start down
The path of most
Destruction and least
Discussion
On the matter of
Where we might end up
If we were to just
Stop.
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