i start to sweat before you feel the warmth

Environmental activism

Is not environmental optimism.

It is the voice of greed

And it bleeds with the fear, the sorrow

Of human incapacity

to see

Beyond itself.

We die

Without grace

Clinging onto hope as if it were life.

Clinging onto self as if that alone were life.

But life amiss -

A mass of regret, our body and our soul

We take from this earth, all that we never owned.

Environmental activism

Is political propaganda

Unless you want to hear the earth's agenda

And the earth has none.

Yet why do we go on and on and on and on?