Grey

It’s all grey out there, no shimmer just bleak and drab.

And the landscapes of black & white lay.

A disdainful stillness spread out like a thin blanket.

We build things to give purpose.

We destroy everything else.

This life isn’t life anymore.

Cultivating the land as toxic waters run, a bane to life destroying the sum.

Extracting the Stygian liquid from the earths depths, deserts gold plucked from it’s chest.

And refining it to be the golden lacquer by which it all runs.

Toxicity in the air our children breathe.

While the prices are high and so are the youth.

Compiling debt is a distasteful truth.

This life isn’t life anymore.

Homes built and others withering cold.

The walls are thin flaking paint and old.

Empty basements and closets chalked full.

Fathers drink and Mothers cry.

This world in color, slowly siphoned dry.

This life isn’t life anymore.

Fires spread and the ice decays.

Wickedness in man, and women alike.

Nobody escapes this worlds plight.

Divided by race and stricken with poverty.

This life isn’t life anymore.

Kids beg and the dogs too.

Broken men colored in grey hues.

Entropy pulling on the inside.

As this world is consumed.

Acid rain washing the faces off statues.

This life isn’t life anymore.

The grey turning darker still.

Till the black plumes of mold and mildew.

A hungry bellyache, tired and defaced.

With every child waking with soot upon their face.

This life just isn’t life anymore.