My offspring are cruel.
No, not the ones drawing blood to eat.
They only do as they must;
no different from the ones
eating plants, sunshine or the already dead.
Addiction is monstrous to see in ones you love.
Addiction causes them to forget and abuse family.
To power, to gold, to oil,
to dollars, to euros, to yuans –
it doesn’t matter what the addiction is.
They don’t need it, but they crave it,
willing to kill or let others die
for just another injection.
I have done what I could,
sent reminders of what is at stake
should they continue on like this.
I fear I shall bury them all, and soon,
with my tears all used up
for the ones they took with them,
leaving me only with rage.
At least my children who feed on death
will have full bellies then.
Song Choice: Sober by Pink
"Listen" "Mother Earth is Talking" by Magic Love Crow
This poem was inspired by Magaly Guerrero's Dark Poetry for Cruelest Month 2016: On Her Day Gaia Wails and A Dash of Sunny Prompt Night's: Earth Day