Munting Tubigan (Sa Kabihasnan)
Mayroon bang mas
hihigit pa sa ilog?
Sa kanyang simoy..
Tahimik na agusan,
haplos para sa hapdi—
I left beaches of soft sand,
for the stacked ice of Greenland
due to being an envious emotional
Shipwreck
Shit sucks
I’m almost as wild as my own low expectations,
I thought it was just a mild year of meditation,
but I’ve been here for over ten.
Almost unaware,
let’s look at my hair,
I simply don’t care,
I’ll just keep chasing the edge of Ice
and stay here
until the landscape nearly eats me alive.
Don’t jive with the cold?
Go
Live in your mold and humidity
and your down south stupidity,
I moved here for the morbidity of glacial history.
Sea rising misery incoming
your blind hypocrisy
will be tested
when the Florida blessed
have to pull up their pants
cover their asses and
pack up the children
and grandchildren too,
While the lower classes are stuck to
Wait and drown.
Good ol’ downtown Orlando
Is doomed to be the world’s newest
Sunken Whirlpool
or some northern Narwhal’s
New summer pool.
Are you going to be the fool to stay around and See It?
Disneyworld will swirl like the toilet it is.
Want to spoil these last years with their
Contractual breaches, as
Immaculate leeches and
little tendrils lash out from the Rodent God and
lead our children to cultural Nowhere?
Just being polite
Our species isn’t Snow White
we’re not going to get saved and ‘woke’
by the angelic white man and his Klan of 7 Sheep,
Nothing will save us from our stupid Deep Sleep.
The Heat didn’t work,
The Cold didn’t either,
This Planet’s damn sick,
while we only give a shit about Justin Bieber…
and if you are a climate shift believer,
that makes you a conspiracy theorist to some,
We’re talking about from the dumbest rung of the top tier,
that drink their beer, run the masses into their graves
and pray to the White Beard that
clears them of damnation in the silly cellar
filled with Nothing,
a trivial dedication to Oblivion.
Pray on Sunday
so the rest can be fun days.
Who gives a care if you harm others,
You and Your shit-polluting brothers
will keep dumping on our shared ground
while spouting about how it’s somehow more yours
and that the hordes of people that will be born and follow
Are just an issue for tomorrow…
The land shrinks.
Half of the people think
that they can just move to Mars or here to Qaanaaq,
or that they’re hearing false-facts,
Not going to waste my time
and counteract,
The currents are changing,
The Tidal Waves Will Crash.
Again appears the flood,
Like a stubborn ghost,
Properties are no more, lives are lost!
The victims’ hearts are smeared in blood.
Life seems like a tree,
Stagnant entirely,
In hope dwell many,
For a new sunshine to see!
Some like a dead watch stop living,
Some for a new start positively sing.
Can’t you see it rising
The waters of your emotions
A great wall of your depression
Take care that you don’t drown in the flood!
Rising above your head
Pulling you down into the torrent
Down into it’s watery grave
Why don’t you swim away
Can’t you see yourself supplying the water
A great ocean of apathy
You’ll drown!
Swim away!
You have the strength
I will help you
But don’t try to pull me in with you
Take my hand
We can do this together
Don’t drown in the puddle beneath my feet
The weight of your emotions are merely rain
Don’t be so weak as to succumb to it