Doomsayer
I dream of a time not so far away when we've bombed ourselves back to tribes living in caves constructed from the ruins of modern civilization. The generations that remain will borrow our languages and begin again. They will have to deal with the fires we've started, but if they are smart, they will learn from what we've done; we who have designed a world of invisible boundaries on a color-coded globe. Perhaps they will see the uselessness in governing land that can't be owned. Maybe they'll recognize the damage in hoarding more than what's needed and leaving no room for the rest of creation. Maybe they will see that the Earth was fine before we tried to fix what was never broken to begin with. For now, we have to move on the way we are now, as Adam forever chewing on forbidden fruit. There is no undoing this. We have lived as flawed gods for too long. Money and power over life and death have become too important to abandon. We have told God that we are in charge here. We spit at nature and wage war against the very ground we stand on. Call me a doomsayer, but I've always thought it was obvious.













