I heard the ocean roaring in the distance,
soothing the land in harmonic coexistence.
As I listened to its hymns filled with glee,
a wind blew by and whispered a message to me.
"Follow your heart,
open your mind,
or we will soon be dead."
Confused, I opened my arms up to the sky,
The wind suddenly grew cold and images flashed through my mind.
Cursing, I wondered how I could have been so blind.
Why is it that in blood we are drowning the seas?
Why is it that we are deaf to ear-shattering screams?
Why is it that we are plagued by greed?
Why is it that we cannot see the world bleed?
My face grew pale and my heart beat faster.
The wind rushed by and the ocean roared louder.
Finally mustering up my courage, to the world I said,
"Follow your heart, open your mind, or we will soon be dead."
But the world did not listen,
too distracted by how that shiny coin glistened.
The bodies of mothers and children burned in flames,
while we all killed each other wondering who was to blame.
Soon the world was covered in red stains.
Cutting into the azure sky were black scars from those wretched flames.
The wind roared through this barren wasteland and died out in shame,
while we still wondered who was to blame.
We constantly lived in denial,
unable to see our actions so vile.
The wind roared and roared,
and yet we still ignored.
The ocean, weak and barren, whispered one last time.
Acidic rain poured down from the melancholy sky.
I fell to my knees and screamed,
“Fools. Fools and selfish fiends!”
Then, I realized that there was nothing left to hope for
– I'mjust a body in a barren, bloodstained world marred by war.
The wind blew by me as I drew my last breath,
shaking and quivering, giving in to death.
As I rested in my coffin, the wind said,
"they did not follow their hearts,
they did not open their minds,
and now we are all dead."
Is it too late? Can we correct our erroneous ways, our war with ourselves and the rest of the world? Can we finally take responsibility for our actions and for our future? If not, we may as well start digging our graves. It is time to listen. Time to learn. Time to change.