My Little Parasites

One last look
Before the curtain falls.
One last smile
To take with you.
One last graceful spin
On the final stage of this world.

One last ballerina
Dancing her final ballet.
One last musician
Strumming up your tears.
One final day.

Did you know this?
Did you know what I have done?
Do you know why you hugged her extra tight
Before you went to work?
Or why your children did not want you to go?

They know.
They can smell the change
That dangerous waft in the air
Of something you could never see.
That is me.

I am God.
Bow before me bitch.
This is your last day
And I doubt you want to be on my bad side
When this last day is up.

This is your last chance.
Wow me,
Say something intelligent,
Or do something noble.

My  little parasites,
Feeding of the world that has given you so much
Until not a drop of water,
Not one breathe of oxygen,
Is left.

How much vile garbage have you filled her with?
My beautiful Earth!
She is dying
And it is your fault.
Time is getting short.

Do you feel it?
You want to rush home
To tell you wife you love her
To play with your children.
Well what about MY wife?
What about MY children?

Did you ever think that you were hurting them?
My darling Gaia is dying for you
Are you happy now?
My Rivers, Forests, Oceans and Animals
Are all dying.
Fear has them muted.
But those who speak
Speak the language of danger,
My children, once the speakers of love,
Now can do no more
Than to bleat out the language of terror.

My little parasites
Destroying everything I gave you.
My family is dying for you
Are you happy yet?

We are dying for you
Didn’t you know?
That air you contaminated
With your noxious fumes,
That sun you were afraid to be out in,
Those stars that watched you get drunk and kill one another,
Those are me.
And I am dying,
For you.

My little parasites.