Progress

What do you call this? Progress?
We go backwards every day
Another step closer to collapse
Stealing our future away

Our breath is getting shorter
Rivers of ice getting thin
Gone beyond our limits
Where do we begin?

We need air to breathe in this silence
The fields are barren, given over to chance
Trees whisper their worries
The rocks hold quiet parlance

We’re swimming against the tide
To escape an empty tomorrow
Capacity is full in a broken machine
Less greed, less apathy, less sorrow

A relentless urge to make change
By those few that see the whole view
Change only happens from within
Know that there is something you can do