A Dreamed Demise

The world is burning, they say.
It will be fun, they say.

I am guessing that is why
you chose to throw it all away,
Because this was all just a game to you
and the dying flame was just something
mere and entertaining.

I suppose that is what you mean
as you ravage the land of the poor,
You take from the rich too, you know.
The soil and the water, all of it
was supposed to be priceless.

But now who is the prosperous one?
Not you and your laughter,
Your utter boredom-turned-demise.
Death itself has made its name
more known than every ounce of fame,
And more than you can dream,
A dream so violently withered.

Photo by Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash

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