"Requiem" by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
The crucified planet Earth,
should it find a voice
and a sense of irony,
should it find a voice
and a sense of irony,
might now well say of our abuse of it,
"Forgive them, Father,
They know not what they do."
The irony would be
that we know
what we are doing.
When the last living thing
has died on account of us,
how poetical it would be
if Earth could say,
in a voice floating up
perhaps
from the floor
of the Grand Canyon,
"It is done."
People did not like it here.
People did not like it here.
YTD - 1053
1 comment:
That is the worst part. We do know. Sometimes, some people pretend they don't. But they do.
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