Once we would be disappeared,
That was the substantial salvation of the planet.
If salvation would exist
If hell or heaven would be real
If it would matter.
I understand I will vanish sooner than the Remainings change
But things will happen, And.
What will be inherited from this age?
The data of our saved images, movements, habits, and behaviour.
They will witness that destruction,
cruelty and stupidity
that I must bear every single day in this horrid bucket.
What should I call it?
I do not know.
It is not absurd, as absurdity could have some charm.
This is just silly and evil.
Our economic systems,
the money-powered civilisation,
factories, producing, mining, banks
are miserable in a primitive way.
How people buy and blindly consume things,
their love of power and ignorance,
the standardization of lies,
their vehicles
engines and wheels,
and they sit inside the boxes,
like snarling, crazy mammals,
touching screens,
watching others,
sharing a billion pictures,
doing self-marketing,
and pretend that they care about each other,
they want to be sustainable,
lie, lie and lie.
It is such a lousy comedy,
and they still want to have their own babies,
despite destroying their future,
It is so horrible how we live,
how we pretend we have control,
while we make wars,
wars of wars, wars of business, wars of resources,
wars of sex, wars of water, votes, media,
air and everything we touch,
Yes, and I must be a part of this,
because escaping does not exist anymore,
no more reachable forests, no more caves where I can hide,
exit does not exist,
suicide does not work,
which - they say: is the most horrible thing
what they can imagine.
But, of course, this is an untruth,
nobody would care about you
if you die.
Some of them might take some photos,
to share your body
in social media,
maybe. If that would be interesting.
So, yes, nobody can escape,
the only thing I can do is hide in my flat,
close doors, close windows, minimize connections,
being a contemporary hermit and living separately, alone,
reading books,
reading scientific publications,
walking, and running early morning when they sleep,
being alone,
and living encapsulated in the silence
sounds better.
I would like to forget this civilisation,
I do not want to be a part of it.
I ignore your countries, nations, events,
politics, and religion.
I do not want to be part of any of these awful things.
The only hope is the future where these
things won't exist,
I am afraid it is too far away.
But this is my only hope.
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