Preaching mindless consumption, the masses obey,
Pain and empathy drowned in dopamine’s sway.
Society transfixed by endless digital streams,
While landfills swell with discarded plastic dreams.

Earth screams warnings that no one will heed—
While we crown jesters and bury the seed.
Lips sewn shut, the truth is denied,
We parade in chains we’ve chosen with pride.

Our touch grows cold, our words sound contrived,
False promises leave us forever deprived.
Sadly we yield to each self-serving lie,
Though many know, they still choose to deny.

In ivory towers, privileged elite, devoid of shame,
Ignore the masses who suffer from flood, famine, and flame.
The decadent rich avert their jaded old eyes—
“Those fools chose their end,” they callously surmise

Wars rage on with destruction and death,
And Gaia gasps out her last dying breath.
We mined the veins and drained every well;
The Reaper now tolls fate’s final knell.

The seas will rise, and the streets will burn,
Yet still we ignore what we don’t want to learn.
The final minutes tick off death’s clock of doom—
Alas, we have built our own dark burial tomb.