A long time ago, a gift was givven to us.
Beautifully wrapped it was, but when opened,
Nothing could compare to its beauty.
But as we studied it with our intrusive eyes
As we’ve turned it around, looking for patterns
We’ve learned there were more to this gift then apparent to the eye
And our insolent selves began to uncover its layers, its secrets
One by one
As if it were some divine feast, dish by dish we’ve devoured
Piece by piece, teared it apart
Burned, stripped, shot, eradicated
We left it
Weeping in agony
We raped it
Now we ask for more.
Now we cry for the destruction of our gift
Yet we keep on looking, undressing
Seems like we can’t stop, obsessed.
And the most heart-breaking
We will just steal another gift to destroy.
It’s just a matter of time.
We will leave this damaged place
Without a goodbye,
Without so much as paying our respects.
We will leave the destruction, the damage
For someone else to fix.
It’s not our problem anymore.
How can you look your children in the eye?